#im so sorry to anyone willingly reading this

[crystal-meloetta12]

hello, I would love to see your yokai watch ocs 💖

Ok so Ive been putting this one off a little bit for a multitude of reasons, most of which are some variant of "god Im so cringe", but I absolutely will ramble about them now that Ive been asked. This will be going under a read more because I go through 5 breakdowns and again am very cringe. I will also be showing each OC through a Picrew because trust me when I say my art is absolutely god awful, but all of them will be sourced.

Catherine

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1787745)

Ok, so she's basically the main protagonist of my little sector of hell. Her main watch model is the same as Katie's, but she does get upgrades overtime. Overall, she presents herself as a pretty stereotypical nice girl to those she talks to, and also shows a genuine interest in wanting to use her watch and skills to help those around her. Outside of yokai activities, she really enjoys all that she deems to be "cute", like Next HarMEOWny and clothing. She tends to be the most sympathetic of the party, opting to want to help yokai through words and actions as opposed to fighting them.

While a lot of her interests are genuine, some of her mannerisms are put on for those around her. She was very isolated for a lot of her childhood between consistently working parents and just not really being included in social circles, so a lot of her stereotypical cutesy vibes are just as much the only way she knows how to gain attention as much as they are for her own enjoyment. Because of this, she has a really bad tendency to become dependant on her relationships to the yokai around her, thinking that it's her only worth as a person and resultinf in an almost hero complex. So much so she often has a Pepillion on hand for when smiles are much harder to force.

(I KIND of want to add some neurodivergencies onto her, but I want to make sure I understand what Im talkkng about as well as I pretend I do before I actually go through with it)

Despite that, her primary go-to yokai is a Frostina she bonds with early on. She also usually has a Ratelle on hand for fashion-based things.

Her relationships with people are overall really chill, as she's generally nice to people. She is more open with the other watch users and her own friend group, allowing herself to be a bit more silly and goofy around them. The main stand out as of right now is I like to think Kyubi tried to flirt with her at one point as part of his "quest for hearts", and ended up learning what a lesbian is that day.

Hana

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/186583)

Hana's somewhat inspired off of the whole "robot from the future" line of yokai, and is actually a robot herself who was designed to help humans and yokai get along better. While designed to look like a human child, her whole body basically serves as a yokai watch, with her eyes basically acting as lenses that can pinpoint yokai. Because of this, she most often takes on the "navigator" role in more combat based scenarios, basically acting as the player in game. She was pretty much sent to current time as soon as it was confirmed shw was functional, so she has no real memories or way to travel to the time she came from.

Hana's the most carefree and childlike member of the cast, knowing a lot of things logistically but still experiencing them for the first time. Sometimes her curiosity and wonder can actually lead to trouble, but can usually be pulled out of it by others if not herself. She's actually probably the most emotionally well rounded of all of them tbh, mostly just having the occasional "Im not human" crisis and some trauma I'll get to later.

In terms of her yokai team, she mainly gets access to Don-chan who shares in her sometimes endless seeming energy, as well as Komajiro (not for any major reason, I just say so). She also has a Bruff in her team, mainly to act as a somewhat older brother figure who can ward off trouble if needed.

Mariah

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/3595)

Okay,

This girl is definitely the most subject to change, mostly because I made her core concepts back when I only played up to Yokai Watch 2 and was unaware I'd be submitting myself to Nightmare Lore! She's honestly recieved a ton of edits up to this point as well, my main strategy being "fuck it we ball" every time new lore presents itself to me. The current hurdle I have to pass for peak Blorbo Writing is Forever Friends, which I will watch after the Ensemble Stars interest dies down a little bit and I can actually continue Shadowside.

All that being said, as of writing this post, Mariah is a half human half yokai experiment facilitated by Ancient Enma to further push the "yokai human get along" thing until his ideals eventually shifted. Thus, she is treated as a member of the Enma family even if not related by blood. She is incredibly powerful with a high aptitude for yokai skills, althlough nowhere neae as strong as the man of all time himself. In terms of scaling, she probably is in between Zazel and Enma, though there is a sizable gap between all three of them. Because she was meant to be human, though, overexertion is a serious issie. She can only exert so much power without collapsing without other external circumstances. But with power like that doesn't just come responsibility, but pressure.

In the main group, she's the more collected one of the three, reeling in Catherine and Hana when they get more out of hand. Although, this is not to say that she doesnt get into antics of her own. Given her half yokai status, she doesn't really have much need for a watch, though she isn't above summoming Venoct for a fight. Shw does havw a slightly more human disguise, though it mainly changes her hair and eyes to be black.

Mariah and Enma get along really well, and share a sibling sort of bond. They tend to conversw over food, and she occasionally joins in for the "Enma's Holiday" manga shenanigans. She does end up in major conflicts of interest with Zazel on occasion, thus causing them to butt heads now and then, but they also genuinely care for eachother's well being.

Also I might rename her to be just Mari idk lol

Peg + some Shadowside discussion

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1403004)

(I know, I know, Im gonna rename her eventually. It was an i side joke that isnt rlly funny anymore tbh)

... okay so is now a good time to mention Catherine fucking dies-

I don't really have the specifics planned out, but I do want her to eventually fall to some greater threat. She is remembered lovingly, albeit not much of the front-less her survived. Enough for her to be out of the way by the time the watch is banished. I am admittedly breaking ome of the rules of Shadowside, that being she is very much remembered by everyone.

Anyways, enter Peg, a shut in living in 2040 who ends up coming across the Arcane. Like Catherine, Peg lived most of her life in isolation from overworking parents and hitting bad luxk in social circles, only she copes through using her alone-ness as a shield, going out of her way to avoid letting people in. For most of her life, this has been fine, as she's able to excell in all sorts of random things completely on her own. Yokai, however, are one of the few things you can't go through alone. She actually has the most trouble out of the cast trying to get things done with them, as her abrasive nature ends up pissing off the yokai she tries to talk to if anything. And while Hana and Mariah are clearly traumatized by what happened and trying to work through it, everything Peg learns about Catherine builds a really bad imposter syndrome, and another person's shadow so big it feels impossible to crawl out.

She does get along with Hana the best, who still retains a lot of her wonder in the world, which opens up Peg's eyes somewhat in turn. Where she and Mariah sometimes feel more like work partners, Hana could be much more considered a friend. Im not really familiar enough with the Shadowside yokao to give her a proper team (as I only have the anime to go off of), but if we are ripping canon rules apart further, I think she'd largely have a Wydeawake amd a B3-NK1. I also want to give Hana something kinda similar to the Yokai Watch Ogre but idk Im indecisive lol

I've also been considering the possibility of Cath wandering around as a yokai, but the ideas I've had are more "trauma demon" than anything.

Alice

(Source: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/41329)

Okay so a lot of her core development has also been largely put on hold in a hellscape of "Crystal needs to watch Forever Friends but hrrng no motivation", but she is alive during tne time period that would take place, which according to the wiki is also when Nathaniel woild havw been a kid. She comes from a largely traditional family who doesn't give her much agency, and often sneaks out at night to do the things she'd really like. She's generally kind and open to the world, but doesn't have a single clue who she is as a person or what she wants to do in life.

I'd LIKE for her to be friends with a significantly younger Mariah (who has weird aging bc yokai growth stuff), but I don't know how possible that is because Enma Bullshit. Her party largely consists of classic yokai, a standout being a Smogling she befriends early on. She has the marble component of the yokai watch zero built into a necklace.

And that's just about everyone's basic introductions! Ive had these characters anywhere from "about a year" to "many, many years", but this is really the first time Ive openly discussed them, so I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to ask any questions about them if you'd like, and thank you again!

[chapinii]

So q!bagi and q!roier had a very short chat today- and it's something that has come up before- about how it's weird that q!cellbit and q!bagi have similar hair, but the colours are inverted to eachother. As we all well know, Bagi's is mostly white and Cellbit's has the singular white streak.

Now. This is something that I have been thinking about for a While, ever since I saw their cubitos in regards to them being siblings, and not even just specifically siblings - but twins.

It's been widely accepted in the qsmp canon that the stress of being kidnapped and frozen by the federation led to a lock of q!cellbit's hair turning white, which made sense on its own... Until along came q!Bagi, with her hair almost entirely white except for a singular brown streak, the same colour as cellbit's natural hair. Now, we know that q!Bagi spent 15 years searching for her brother, and in that time we dont know much besides the fact that she became a police officer in order to track him down once she'd left the island. Though she mentions a lot of toil and mental stress in those 15 years, it pales in comparison to Cellbit's past, wracked with war, murder, even cannibalism. And yet, Cellbit's hair was completely brown when arriving at the island.

Hence, theory 1:

As twins, q!cellbit and q!bagi's hair mirror eachother's based on their levels of physical trauma/pain. To every scar on q!cellbit's body, physical, perhaps even mental, there is a lock of q!bagi's hair turned white. I was playing around with a previous headcanon that perhaps q!bagi was able to somewhat feel q!cellbits's pain throughout her years of searching for him, whether that be through intense emotion or genuine feelings of uncomfort on her body reflecting q!cellbit being stabbed, fought with, etc. But what if that pain wasn't so literal? What if, soon after the disappearance of her brother, the young q!bagi very quickly found her hair turning white, with no explanation other than the innate feeling of knowing her twin was still alive? And, as the years went by, q!Bagi found a twisted comfort in waking up to find another piece of her hair having lost colour, as it was a sign that her brother- still with the colour in his hair- continued to live. Though there are gaps in the time period after q!cellbit escaped from the prison, it makes sense to come to the conclusion that if this theory stands, the majority of q!bagi's hair would have turned white as a result of the war and the prison, slowing after, but ending up with simply one strand of brown hair by the time she showed up on the island.

Unless the two of them aren't mirrored at all! Thus this leads me to...

Theory 2 (a mess):

Their hair is based on the things they've each been through via the Federation and its methods with cryogenics, which leads to a more concerning query: just exactly what Q!Bagi herself had been through before arriving on the island, and whether she really 'arrived' at all. Q!Bagi maintains that Q!Cellbit was taken from the island, and she herself left to find him. Q!Cellbit having been away from the island is clear, with the boat crash initially, and all the clues of his past, i.e. the missing posters and subsequent investigation. But Q!Bagi is a different story. Her arrival on the island commenced with her waking up without memories, a string of cryptic messages and the spin of a wheel leading her to discovering a ticket (#0001) in an unknown snowy place alongside a book containing the words "They should be here anytime soon". before waking up in a room full of ice, far away from the main spawn of today's island residents. There was nothing to indicate when exactly the book and ticket were discovered, but we do know at least that the ticket itself is physical, with it being in her hand when she woke up. It's entirely possible that the events leading to her arrival on the island could have been some sort of dream sequence fabricated by the federation, as it's entirely possible that at some point during those 15 years, Q!Bagi was recaptured by the federation and frozen, leading to her hair turning white due to being under the effects for such a long time. It's also important to mention that this trait seems specific just to Q!Bagi and Q!Cellbit, as other formerly frozen members of the island (for one example, Felps) came out of their predicament visually unscathed, their hair unaffected. It fascinates me how only the two of them share this trait, and it leads me to lean more into the twin stuff (telepathy aside) as a potential reason. I would say this one is much more easily discredited based on the fact that Q!Bagi remembers finding the prison which housed Q!Cellbit, but it's entirely possible that the Federation were simply able to plant false memories in her head during this prolonged state of being frozen, and whoever is leaving the two of them clues may also be partially complicit in this. All in all, 2 things are clear: They spent their childhoods on the island. When the twins were 12/13, something happened which separated them, and everything after, at least on Q!Bagi's side, is a mystery.

Theory 3 but also not really:

Of course, another explanation for Bagi's white hair could just be the federation straight up torturing her, but then if the first theory holds any merit and they are connected throigh their hair (or at least share the same genetic trait of stress = white) then Q!Cellbit should also have a similar amount of hair covered.

ANYWAY! There's my insanity, if you managed to read this far, I hope you enjoyed every single theory I had unravelling as I wrote them out (the frozen theory came about as I wrote this and I literally had to start reading the wiki to see if any of it could stick- it doesn't) but I am so obsessed with these twins and their weird fucking hair which has been mentioned far too many times for me to ignore and i need to analyse the shit out of the clip of Roier and Bagi, I will live and die by my hair theories.

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[satoruhour]

HIHII hope you are doing well!!!

I have a request but if you're not comfortable writing it's completely fine too!!

Anyways~ can you write something with University professor geto x top student reader??? They have a lot of sexual tension and geto continuously targets the reader in his lectures only for her to storm into his office after a test in which he didn't give her the marks she deserved just so he could piss her off and eventually leading them to blow off some steam together hehe-

HEJSJSH ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT REST OF THE DAY💗💗

-🍒

I GOT THAT DUMB D*CK !

a/n: hi cherry 2! saying 2 because i already have another cherry anon, thank u for waiting for this btw sorry this took so long omggg!!! i wanna make it similar to the short blurb i did here, but ill leave out reader being a camgirl! a lot of lore talk, just a warning

wc: 8k (sigh ....)

warnings: so much lore lol sorry, no beta we die like men, age gap (32 / 24), professor!geto, fem!reader, geto is also a cam worker, masturbation (both f and m), toy use during f! masturbation (vibrator), fantasising, pet names, praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, oral (m receiving, f receives briefly at the end), dumbification (ig?) face-fucking, deep-throating, spitting in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

no one could really pinpoint the reason why professor geto had picked on you, called you out so much, and why you entertained the incessant questions. it was unbecoming of a prof., he knew, it was never smart to favour one person (negatively, in this case) in a room of bright students who could read between the lines. but he just feels himself so drawn to your furrowed eyebrows and words laced with venom, because at the end of the day, he can see that you aren’t all talk.

you challenge his views and you do it in a way that catches him off-guard. you propose insane arguments that you willingly would die at the grave just to find evidence for; or it could just be because he was staring too much at the way your mouth moved and your eyes expressed everything to pay attention to your words, finding that you were just too beautiful to be chasing a linguistics degree.

this was another thing: geto suguru could possibly have anyone he wanted. he was fine. shoulders pulled back in proper posture, hair either tied up fully or just halfway, and always, always wearing shirts with sleeves that reach his wrist. to that, everyone could see just how bulked the man was, top looking too tight all the time.

geto knew he was fine, too, because on top of (and before) being a professor, he found that he could get a good amount of money by just streaming — camera propped below his neck and obviously tight button-up shirt discarded to reveal his tattooed body, while he has his legs spread and the thirsty, horny comments flooding in on the platform. it’s been a norm by now, started from his uni days where he needed some extra money to support his fees and living necessities.

one year turned into two, two years turned into stagnancy during his third and fourth years (save for a few occasional streams), and up came a little funny graduation stream suggested by his best friend. geto had spent a good half ’n hour talking about his time in university and thanking his viewers, changing up the setting almost immediately by showing hard he was.

[uzum4kisl0ver]: YEAAAH we’re getting to the good stuff, thank u for feeding us so well these few years uzumaki-san!!

[minstash96]: Congrats on graduating Uzumaki-san!! I rmb joining during your third year and found out from everyone u were getting busier </3 but Im glad youre back again!!!

[g_bigdick_s]: fellas is it gay to support your best friend’s graduation jerking off stream

the flood of “yes”’s replying to gojo made the streamer laugh, thankful that his best friend had listened a little and at least changed gojobigdicksatoru to just his “G.S.” initials to avoid people finding his LinkedIn. from there, geto had gotten into the true nature of his stream easily, fishing out his cock to stroke and loving the sounds of tips coming in, the name of his alias Uzumaki continually commented. since then, it’s become a side hustle — finishing his masters, training to become a professor, it’s all natural to him, taking even further steps to make sure he isn’t found out.

exactly, he could have anyone he wanted — a fan from his streaming account, or one of satoru’s regular fwb’s but instead he finds himself drawn to someone else, you, the second year student in his bilingualism and multilingualism module that he has no trouble teaching despite his freshly employed status.

at the start of the week, the gods decided thought it would be funny to delay the campus bus that would take you to the english department for a consultation session with your professor. you couldn’t focus in lectures due to bad cramps, you were behind on your non-major related courses, the bad luck just seemed to seep into one day after another. you had woken up late, putting on a terrible outfit that no one really cared about, except your professor who just had a smirk on his face.

“if you notice, runes were created as they were spoken — spelt as they are said which almost look like ‘pictographs’,” prof. geto switches to the next slide with the runes and their meanings alongside a jumble of symbols that send the whole class into hysterics, “can anyone sound out the phonetics of these runes to me? hint: even though i said they look like pictographs, the first rune is definitely not an E.”

he was known for asking questions during lectures, pleased with anyone that would even try because he knew how quiet lecture theatres could get. he was exactly like that in university, too, letting satoru take all the attention due to the many unknown people in the same room. now, he found that asking the questions was a little entertaining, seeing the way students look back down at their laptops and avoid eye contact. but he doesn’t need to do anything and his body is already turnt towards you. he’s not even pointing physically, which he thinks he’s done a good job of restraining himself.

ᛊᛃᚨᚾᛖᛚ

“the words and names should be as they sound — so ‘s’ or ᛊ should translate into a ‘c’ since they didn’t have a C back then and it’s the closest sound to C. ᛃ can’t be ‘h’ because of the usage of H in hagl . . its pronunciation is different and plus, we’ll spell it how we say it, so maybe it’s ‘j’?” you mutter to yourself, an urge to answer the quickest, always. you aren’t sure where this streak came from, but you’ve been smart always, “sja . . it either can be chanel or channel since there’s a rule you can’t use the same rune twice in succession . .”

professor geto already knows you’d be the first to answer, raising your hand even without looking since you were still calculating the other four letters which you put together fairly quickly.

you take the safest route, “chanel, with one N.”

geto clicks his tongue and sucks in a breathe, “so close, miss (y/n), but it’s because i cheated a little on my part.” you can feel your blood boil and the grimaces of other students when he switches to the next slide and there’s a little grin on his face. it says — ‘there is no distinction between capital and small runes, nor can you use the same rune twice continually.’

“you are right, partially, but i did want to drive home the point,” which he’s sure you already know. “that words with two N’s or L’s or whatever, would only show up in the runic language as only one character.” your face morphs into something of annoyance and the grin on professor geto’s face only widens — that defiant, headstrong nature is something he loved, but the grin drops a little when he imagines something . . out of the classroom. his pants tighten.

you mirror him, clicking your tongue and reluctantly taking down the note in your documents before sinking into your chair — not even chō, you friend, could find the proper words to comfort you. you spend the rest of the lecture, sulking, unwillingly answering his incessant questions with a scowl on your face and a headache forming.

this never stops—

“miss (y/n)?” one-on-one meetings were the bane of your existence, but it was the only way to connect with your professors properly — here, geto calls you to talk about your latest essay where you were the last on the roster. by then, everyone has filed out with nobara waiting for you just outside the classroom.

“don’t have to call my name, i’m the only one here.” you mutter under your breath, and geto feels a little annoying today.

“what was that?”

“nothing—”

he hums, scooting his chair closer once you sit, and while you find the gesture a little weird, you’re overcome with just how good he smells and it only fuels your hatred more. it’s no fair that he’s so . .

“miss (y/n).” you sigh with an apology, frankly not ready to hear how he’d be attacking your essay. it was written on a rushed timeline, you didn’t cite your sources properly, you knew some criticism was warranted as much as you didn’t like to hear it from your professor’s mouth.

“. . you do know you can’t just rely on your brain, right?” geto speaks softly and you feel your heart flutter at his tone. he points to the places where you forget your in-text citations.

“but professor, information about syntax and phonetics just comes like second nature . .” you mumble, ignoring how he closes his eyes and hisses, “and all the sources on the internet say different things.”

“then just find a reliable one.”

you tsk, taking the paper from him and flipping to the next page, “well, i did one here.” the paper makes a sound when you press your finger into it, aware of how close you are. from here you can feel the heat radiating off his body, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

“too long ago, needs to be within five years.” geto’s lying through his teeth.

“no, it does not!” you pull back and look at him incredulously. ah, the feeling’s gone, “not in language related papers, at least!”

“but that claim was from the 2000’s, miss (y/n), for all we know it could’ve been resolved by then.”

“then why didn’t you say anything about chō’s scholar article from the 1990’s?” you’re standing up, now, furrowed eyebrows depicting the very thing you feel: confusion, agitation at being treated like this. given you weren’t in the best condition when you wrote this essay, but you still gave it your all.

“her argument was about the interconnectedness between the romance languages — yours,” he punctuates while leaning back in his chair. you don’t like how your eyes flit down to his lap, but you’re forced to look up when he stands up too, “is about the use of ciphers in comparison to an immature language developed on the internet that created in the 2019s. any scholar claim before that would be void.”

your blood boils just like that day. alas, he had a good point, but like always, the gentle slit of his eyes and the all-knowing smile didn’t match the bullying he was laying on you and you despise it.

even! even, as you notice how there’s probably less than a inch between your faces as you puff out your chest to look more intimidating and yet geto suguru towers over you. and even when your heart beats loudly in your ears, feeling his hot breath fan over your own face while you don’t miss how he licks his lips and glances down to yours not-so-secretly.

you swallow at the silence, until there’s the annoying notification of his Outlook cutting the tension and soon you’re snatching the essay from him, walking to where your bag is. although you want to let your anger overflow, all you say is a tame, “noted. thanks, prof” with a glare, eye twitching.

you made sure to slam the classroom door with shaky hands . .

. . but you’re not very good at capping your rage. “i swear to god! he better fucking check his mirror and admire himself because soon i’m going to beat him up so bad that everyone can’t recognise him.” geto’s lips turn up in a small smirk at your flared expression he just witnessed — he just loves your dirty mouth and he finds himself thinking of it more and more often.

chō only can tut, “so you find him attractive?”

“what? how the hell did you infer that from my rant?” you scoff, shoving her to the side, not aware that your whispered outburst is heard as he’s packing up. he simply enjoys looking at you walk away through the glass slit of the door, hips swaying unknowingly.

“bad news, guys,” geto, or rather Uzumaki, sighs on screen, adjusting so the lens of the camera rested just below his collarbones. easily, his chat fills up with a mixture of horny comments and genuine questions, chuckling to himself as he unbuttons his shirt. he feels more like a sinner at this point, suddenly flustered with the confession he’s about to make.

“i think i’ve taken quite a liking to someone,” geto hums, hands going to his trousers to palm his bulge. he had to get home immediately after that, cancelling his meetings for the day. with a single text to gojo, the white-haired man was excited to hear everything about this new person, thankful that his best friend will finally not be alone.

[g_bigdick_s]: TELL US! TELL US!!!! TELL US!

but professor geto is lost instantly, imagining you as he massages his erection. thinking about your anger transforming into pleasure, into obedience for him as he forces your mouth down on his cock. oh . . how’d your mouth and hands feel, how’d your pussy feel.

geto groans, already removing his dick from the constraints, and pumping it to full length. he doesn’t even talk much, only the endless comments and tips reminding him he was still on live. spitting on his hand, he wraps his hand around himself again, thumbing the tip and hoping it’d be your tongue swirling around it.

what would you look like on your knees, taking each inch of his cock down your throat? would he be able to wipe the defiance off your face? would he be able to fuck his smart student, dumb?

“you need a good destress, woman,” chō suggests over the phone, voice a bit uneven due to it being stuck in between her shoulder and ear, “go on camstar or something, i’m sure you’ll find something hot there.”

“chō, i am not going on a porn streaming website! i’ll very much settle for my smut fics, thank you.”

“boo, don’t you get bored? i get that normal adult industry videos are super inaccurate but . . when was the last time you’ve watched an unfiltered, unedited jerk off vid? that’s the hottest.”

you scoff, “yeah, like you would know, miss complain-whenever-you-get-dick-pics.”

“that’s because it’s unsolicited! plus all the men who send me pics have ugly dicks. if anything i’m more open to get unsolicited pussy pics rather than consensual dick pics at this point.” your friend nonchalantly says, spreading her fingers to look at her manicured nails, “but anyway, prof geto is on your ass too much lately. maybe he wants to get in your pants?”

you don’t recoil at the suggestion as much as you expect to and you’re puzzled at that — “please never say that again.” just as you’re saying this, you’re typing in camstar.org even though you told yourself not to but deep down, you know that you’ve been craving more than just twitter links and porn with plot stories. on the front page, you’re seeing a video thumbnail of a guy with a fairly big . . feature, countless tattoos lining his body while you can catch a faint glimpse of his long hair in the dark room — it’s the only one that draws you in, other streams merging into a blur.

chō’s voice fades off when you notice just how popular the stream is, cursor hovering over the title (“just a ramblefap, need to release some tension”) almost tempting you to click.

“okay, will get back to you,” succumbing to your needs, you shamelessly grab your vibrator just as she cheers into the phone. you can hear that’s my girl! on the other side as you stifle a smile, bidding a goodbye before you settle into bed. from there, you do what you always do: relax for a few, slow your breathing, get yourself wet a little—

click.

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you shove the vibrator under your pillow and bury your head into it, screaming.

“i mentioned in yesterday’s lecture that Latin evolved from the dialects of the Italic peoples of ancient Italy, or Latium, a region in central western Italy. over time, Latin absorbed elements from other languages, such as Etruscan and Greek, and it became the main language of the western Mediterranean.” professor geto rambled on in classic geto fashion — it was his passion that made him so easy to listen to, as with the many enamoured girls with googly eyes and the guys who wish they could carry themselves the way geto did.

you’d say the same thing: his love for his subject of study made him attractive — charming even — as much as you didn’t want to admit to your friend, but you’d be more open with your attraction like everyone is if he wasn’t—

[9:52am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] so fucking annoying and cocky and picking on me all the time!!!!!! im soooo sick of him im so serious omfg ....

but today, he’s looking less at you and more at other students, or even marvelling at the terrible paint job of the classroom as he goes from slide to slide. he talks about the derivation in which French separates from Latin, borrowing similar spellings and meanings from the old language while separating the way they are spoken.

“French is the most divergent of the romance languages because of strong Gallic and Frankish influences. The Celtic Gauls spoke a language similar to Old Dutch but adopted Latin as the Romans invaded Gaul.” you don’t even have to look at him to get him thinking of lewd things, spiralling into his fantasies ever since last night. geto is a little fatigued, too, having lost sleep over his fucking student which he just can’t help bothering. excitement at having you in class before is now turning into dread with every week that passes, and this week is just one instance.

“uh— i-i know you guys aren’t well-versed in either, but with your knowledge of both languages,” geto pulls at his tie. he feels hot, “discuss with your tutorial groups, the differences between the two and list down examples. just come up with one difference, but preferably name a few instances.”

[10:01am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] wish u were here im so bored 😭😭 profs acting so weird today tho

[10:01am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] is he looking hot and bothered, nervous ??? like he wants to cry? im tellin you he wants you fr

of course she’d come out of her sickness-induced sleep just to bother you about him having the hots for you.

[10:02am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] you’re so ... i swear pls shut up he may want me but i do NOT want him

[10:03am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] not even while you were just ranting about how his side profile looked a little too good in lecture yesterday?? anyway i hope you’ll be able to get that nut tn 🙏🏼 that guy on camstar sounded hot asf

[10:04am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] ikr i cant believe i got cockblocked by a fuckin livestream ending 💀 thank you fr i need it atp

“any progress here?” he comes out behind you and you slam the phone so hard you give the both of you a scare while your other friends exchange giggles with each other. what you don’t know, is how his arm is positioned upon the back of your chair and his whole body hovers just beside yours. you’re threatened to look, but you know if you do, you’d be falling deeper into the pit that you promised yourself not to fall into.

“yup, we’re just discussing things about how in terms of grammar, French has conjugation but almost no declension. but— uh, it rather uses word order to express some of the intricacies that Latin expresses through word endings.”

you can see geto nod from your peripheral, “good. good answer, any examples to show me?”

your friends nod towards you since you’re usually the one with all the information about different languages. they aren’t foreign to the way geto keeps calling on you to answer him, too, so you shouldn’t have any problem with this, right?

wrong. you’re stuttering through your answer, turning your head finally and being met with the sight of prof geto looking down on you like a deer caught in headlights. you think that being in lecture theatres, sitting near to the back and your hatred in general has desensitised you to the beauty of your professor, because being under him like this makes your core pulse uncomfortably and your voice shaky.

“. . hm? what was that?”

“i was uhm— saying how— uh,” the way geto nods at you makes you more nervous, painting you as someone who someone who had all bark and no bite, but the other knows very well that you had a nasty bite. you’re smart and witty, pretty, hot as fuck, and if anything, it’s taking everything in geto not to bend you over and show you your place in this very classroom in front of everyone, too.

“little lady got nothin’ for me today?” geto purses his lips and lets his teasing side take over, an easy-going smile taking over his features that you just want to kiss and slap off at the same time. wait.

“i didn’t get enough sleep because i was too busy trying to rewrite the damn essay you said i had outdated and missing sources for,” you speak through gritted teeth, feeling a mixture of arousal and pure rage for the man hovering over you.

geto juts his lip out in a pout, face getting dangerously close to yours and challenging you. he just hopes your two friends won’t say anything, “well, darling, if you picked an easier topic to argue about, you wouldn’t be doing that, would you?”

“well, sorry i’m always trying to outdo myself. are you, professor geto? what with your boring suits and black and white slide designs?”

you click your tongue and turn back to your phone to pull up your chat with chō while geto takes a deep breath, desperately hoping the hard-on wouldn’t show through his slacks. your other two friends only giggle even more at the exchange, because for the rest of the class, professor geto is on edge, unable to teach coherently.

[11:17pm, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] YOU DID WHAAAAATTTTT...???? GIRL YOU SAID THAT???!!!!!!

[11:18pm, (y/n) -> chō 💟] bro what if i get expelled.. i shouldnt have but he was pissing me off so much... i did put an apology in the end tho

by then, you’ve already submitted your rewritten essay, putting in a short note at the end for your behaviour in class. although you don’t take it back, you’re still trying to play it safe especially with how much you paid to get into university. you scroll along camstar, bored out of your mind and hoping to find something as compelling as the inked guy from last week, but nothing really draws you in. until you’re refreshing the page, and just like the previous time, the popularity of that same bulking guy seems to push his video to the top.

and finally, before you’re clicking into the video, you check out his profile: in his early thirties, started this account when he was 24 and in university. you smack your lips at that — he’s been doing this for almost ten years? that’s dedication. in curiosity, you scroll down his account, seeing the progression of which this guy built up his figure and tattoos that litter his body. he’s kept the same format, camera showing his body chest down until you’re lazy to scroll more, a little disappointed in not being able to find any indication of his face.

you think that maybe you saw a glimpse of that wrist tattoo that matched the tattoo on your professor’s wrist, but you could just be imagining things.

“alright guys . .” the man on the screen huffs, clothes already discarded to get straight to the point, and you’re recording a small snippet of the same guy you told chō about. “had a rough day today.”

the onslaught of comments going i can make u feel better!!! Take ur anger out on me Uzumaki-san makes you sputter and laugh, sending that video first before you’re taking another. your attention is stolen for a moment, seeing chō react with emojis to your video message (“let’s see what emails i got today, huh?”), but the structure of sentences that the man speaks soon brings you out of jollity and into shock.

“how cute, an essay sent straight to my email.” geto wants to do anything but look at emails right now, but ever since he’s gotten your rewritten assignment, it’s all he’s wanted to check out if it wasn’t for the many meetings and errands he had to run today. “yadda yadda . . oh?”

“i’m sorry for today’s lesson,” purposely pausing to leave out his name, geto continues on, “i shouldn’t have reacted in that way no matter the situation.” a smirk forms on his face while your body fills with dread. in your panic, you pull up your own document whilst catching all of this on camera, tracking each word as the man on camstar.org continues to say out your apology word by word.

and then bit by bit, you’re making out how the man behind the camera might, just might be your linguistics professor. the broad shoulders, the jawline, the long hair, the manspread . .

but even with your heightened combination of excitement and revelation, you don’t click away, blindly sending the video to your friend and then shamefully digging under your pillow to grab your vibrator.

“teaching people is so difficult sometimes, guys,” he grunts, pulling down his underwear and revealing his already hard cock. he lets out a shaky sigh as he wraps a hand around his shaft, “you usually get the people who won’t do any work, the ones who are absent half the time — usually they go hand in hand.”

professor geto laughs and you twitch at the lovely sound. “but . . there’s this one girl . . in my classes— f-fuck.”

you’re entranced, watching your professor masturbate in front of thousands of people who possibly didn’t know a thing about this man while you try to get your jaw off the floor, “who is entirely different from these categories.”

“she’s smart,” geto groans out and you watch transfixed as he starts to pump himself, hips grinding up into his palm, “she’s so smart that i’d want to get to know her one day and just talk about anything.”

“s-she’s so fucking attractive, too, you guys won’t even— oh goddd . .” you feel like you’re being watched, so you’re careful with how you’re putting your vibrator to your core and once you start it, the moan that leaves you lines up with geto’s deeper groans. it turns you on so damn much.

with his head tilted back, he’s long gone as he moves his hands faster and faster, the slick noises of his pre-cum and spit mixing in together — geto only wishes he could act on his desires once the course was over, but knows you’ll probably be mortified at the prospect. at least here, he can imagine that it’s your mouth or cunt doing all the work.

“s-shitttt . .” the professor sounds out, hissing when he thumbs his tip and even more pre comes spilling out and while you watch, you’re hypnotised by the beautiful moans in its perfect cadence and the thickness of his cock. by now his chest is heaving and he’s holding onto his bedsheets so tight you wish it was your thighs.

“i want to fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head and get her dumb on my cock,” geto whines, hips fully bucking up now while you press your vibrator deeper into your clit. you’re left wondering how his mouth would feel, to shut him up by pressing him into your cunt until he can’t breathe, soak his stupid fucking suits, “want to hear her moan my name.”

you whimper at all the things professor geto swears he wants to do to you, grinding into your hand while he speeds up as well. he doesn’t speak, simply stroking himself as he thighs tense up and he squeezes his shaft with head full of visions of you in terribly lewd positions, making disgusting sounds, and all for him. it isn’t long before geto cums with a loud drawn out moan, shooting his cum onto his torso with a sigh before taking a sticky hand to his lips, licking it off — “i’d want to see my cum dripping out of her one day.”

that sends a chill down to your core, biting your pillow before you release softly all over your hand and vibrator; you spend the rest of the night watching professor geto’s other videos.

[12:32am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] oh. OH..........

“i should’ve just taken an off-day today, i do not want to get back our results.” chō rubs at her eyes and temples, wanting anything to do with the return of test marks, but unfortunately it was the week after midterms and it was inevitable, “don’t need to ask you though, you’re probably not worried at all.”

“trust me, i am,” you bite the inside of your cheek. it’s been at least . . two weeks after that whole debacle, and despite your intense vents with your friend and the continuous picking on by prof. geto, nothing out of the blue was happening. except, maybe, your growing physical need for your professor and your simultaneous, increasing hatred for him.

“it’s only midterms — you don’t need to worry too much since it doesn’t contain a high percentage. what you should be focusing on are your finals. we’ll work on your shortcomings and mistakes here so you guys will do the best when the time comes.”

and when professor geto comes around to hand you your test, all you do is glare up through your lids, taking it from him before feeling your whole world crumble.

“a B+?!” your mouth gapes open at the blatant 65/100 mark that glares back at you. you know that you would’ve gotten anything but a 65, willing yourself to study harder and harder just to rub it in his pretty little face that you weren’t falling behind in his class. at this point it’s got to be personal, so soon, you’re packing up your things angrily with the intent to storm his office after your other classes.

it’s late in the afternoon when you finally finish your other tutorials on a short fuse, him clearly getting ready to head home by the darkness of his office when you shove your way through the door.

professor geto is sat in a laid-back position, tie hung on the hooks installed in the office and a few buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the very familiar tattoos you’ve become acquainted with.

“to who do i owe the pleasure?”

“cut the crap, prof.,” you scowl, using your foot to slam the office door close. despite the late nights being buried in your sheets, you won’t let yourself be treated like this, “i deserved anything but a 65 on midterms.”

geto tilts his head, sitting up and gesturing out to you; you realise he wants to see your test paper.

“ah!” with a finger, he makes a show of finding for your obvious mistakes which was minimal — but the way he marks obnoxiously tells you everything you need to know, “here. your comprehension of the similarities between Latin and Ancient Greek was too surface level, you didn’t explain why—”

“i. did!” you press down into the paper like the first time, leaning over his table and reading out the exact answer you wrote just a few days ago, “here, since your blind ass wants to act like i wasn’t answering the question.” you push yourself into his desk more, eyes levelled with his. you dare him to say something smart.

“well, your explanation of the six cases in Latin left out the locative, the last one, and there were some problems in the conjugation that the test asked of you.”

“bullshit. show me, if you’re so confident.”

professor geto knows he’s hit a dead-end. he was telling lies, full of it, but he’s enjoying every second of the anger that translates into your features, of the growl in your voice. he leans back further the more you close in on him.

“nothing, right? so tell me, do you hate me that much?”

geto simply laughs, crossing his arms and reminiscing on the many nights he’s spent doing anything but.

“quite the opposite, sweetheart.” the name catches you off-guard for a moment, but your sour face returns soon enough.

“then what the fuck do you think you’re doing, picking endlessly on a student?”

your professor sits forward, prompting you to cower back. you think it’d be good to bring up whatever he’s got going on on camstar.org but you’ll wait to a good moment before you say anything about your trump card, until geto snaps you out of your stupor by towering over you. the sheer difference makes you swallow.

“because i like seeing you flared up and angry and mad.” professor geto surprises you with each second, the nonchalance in which he said it, the stupid, attractive smirk on his face. now’s the time.

you compose yourself, thinking of the best way to phrase this, “you know you’re not entirely safe, either, you know. i could report you with the frequency in which you’re picking on me.”

you point a finger to his chest, thinking you could get him to lay off immediately with this as much as you were hoping he wouldn’t. the attention was unwarranted but not entirely . . terrible, “that wouldn’t look so good on your record, right, Uzumaki-san?”

you relish in the surprise that seeps into geto’s pretty features but it’s a short-lived victory when he goes back into a relaxed state, expression neutral — “so you know.”

“know . . what?” your professor pulls away and walks around his desk, finally in close proximity to you like he’s always wished.

“how badly i want you.” he whispers, but doesn’t go past that, rather letting you figure everything out for yourself.

“‘. . fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head’, right?” you mumble softly, not admitting to even chō that you had watched that livestream over and over enough to memorise the few sentences. geto wraps an arm around your waist to tug you closer, faces so close that you could just shut him up.

“go on.”

“you want me to go dumb on your cock,” professor geto mutters a correct which undeniably sends a thrill to your core.

“you want to hear me to moan your name.” “—want to hear her moan my name.”

a small smile spreads across his face (even if you left out the most important thing) as he finishes his own sentence with you, eyes clouded over with lust and your scent and he’s positive he can smell your soaked panties from here if he tries hard enough.

“that’s right.”

“sooo . .” by god, you fucking hated the man, but seeing someone stroke their cock to just the thought of you — how could you pass off such a good opportunity? “do you prefer professor geto, or suguru?”

geto groans at his first name usage, setting you on his desk and presses himself into you at the sound of papers flying to the floor, stationary falling to the ground. he can only hope no one walks in. he’s fully hard, loving how your legs naturally spread for him.

“whatever you want, baby.” and after, it’s all history with the way geto crashes his lips into yours, letting you pull at his jacket and shirt, practically ripping open the buttons to see his tattoos that you’re begging to see. slowly, he lets you trace them while he kisses down your neck, roughly pulling your sweater off of you. you have the cutest tits, packaged nicely in your bra which he has no trouble taking off. there’s a small sound that escapes his mouth when he unclasps your bra and your breasts come falling out.

“didn’t tell me you had such a nice pair . .” you giggle.

“yeah, like i would straight up tell my professor that.” with a hand, your hand follows the ink of his dragon that wraps around his body and torso, right down to his happy trail, “but i mean, you get the honour of seeing it now.”

with a squeeze to his bulge, you whisper, “maybe i’ll let you fuck them next time.”

geto lets out a little moan, “fucking minx,” before he latches his mouth onto your nipple, kneading the other greedily. a soft moan leaves your mouth as you knead his erection, a culmination of your combined groans in the quiet office. soon he’s giving attention to the other, a hand trailing down into your panties where he rubs your clit to test the waters, and he smiles into your skin at the way your hand falters and your head hangs forward.

“p-professor . .” it’s clear geto can’t wait, because he pushes a finger into you easily with how dripping wet you are, panties showing a dark patch of your juices. “s— so thick—”

“i know, baby, gotta stretch you out,” a soft pop! is heard as he comes off your nipple before he meets your lips in a sloppy kiss. he shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment he pushes a second finger in and he swallows your moans, letting you feel around his body to dig your nails in — it was just too damn much.

“so— suguru, your f-fingers, they’re so—” even with your protests, your hips grind up against his thick fingers that are pumping in and out of you, taking every last piece of fire in you as you succumb completely.

“what, miss (y/n)?” geto memorises the exact way all your previous blazing words are reduced to mere mewls and whimpers, alongside your pleas for more, more, more.

“i need something—” you whine when he pushes all the way inside, stretching your cunt so well as you clench around him like a vice and sucking him in, “i wanna make you feel good—”

you get at least a little resolve in the time it took you to say that, drunkenly unbuckling his belt before pulling his cock out. his tip is positively leaking, fingers curling instinctively in your pussy and your moans mingle together again.

“c’mon, prof, please?” geto tuts, reluctantly removing his fingers from your cunt which he wish he could spend more of his time in, but gives in to you as you switch positions, pushing him against his own desk. from there you’re going to your knees, marvelling at the cock you’ve watched on your very own screen.

“better than you imagined?”

you roll your eyes, “shut up or i’m blue-balling you.”

geto exhales forcefully, cut off when you put your mouth gently over his tip. you suckle on it like a pacifier, swirling your tongue around the mushroom head and looking up at him through your lashes; the sight is heavenly. the hair from his bun had fallen out, framing his pleasure-filled face, and the veins on his arms pop out so much from how harshly he’s grabbing the wood.

“f-fuck, baby . .” his words are lost once you start bobbing your head, encasing his shaft deep in your mouth as you suck and lick and slobber over his thick cock, using your hands to stroke the places you can’t reach. a choked moan weasels itself out of geto when one of your hands deviate to play with his balls, squeezing lightly at the sack while you continue to lick the underside of his length.

“take me like a slut, don’t you?” geto says breathlessly, fingers going through your hair to gather the strands into a makeshift ponytail, cradling your head to guide your mouth, but he soon starts to thrust into your waiting mouth.

“want me to fuck your dirty whore mouth?” your professor asks and you hate how much it turns you on as he brings you off to let you breathe for a moment. you stick out your tongue, big doe eyes just pleading to be used as your hands anchor themselves down to his belt loops.

“y—yes, prof., give me everything you got,” geto hums, seemingly satisfied with your answer as he taps your tongue with his tip, cock so heavy and thick it makes you whine a little before he shoves it in without warning. the moan that rumbles deep in your throat sends vibrations up his body and he starts a pace immediately.

“that’s it, that’s it—” you breathe through your nose as geto face fucks you, two hands covering the back of your head as he thrusts into your throat. your mouth’s just so damn warm and tight it has geto groaning non-stop while your eyes start to well up with tears. he uses you like a cocksleeve, abusing your throat each time his tip meets with it.

“fuuuckk— yes, yes, your throat’s so—” geto tilts his head back when he buries his cock in you, the deepest he’s ever been and your nose meets with his pubes, the smell of his musk and sweat making your eyes roll back in pleasure. suguru is all grunts before moving again, the gagging, gawking noises filling the small space.

“mmhm— mmf!” you moan around his length, trying your best to move your tongue along the underside of his cock. a hand goes down to quell the growing need of your cunt, slipping a finger or two in.

“dirty girl just can’t think straight when she has a— s-shit— cock in her, huh?”

you hum in agreement, eyes fluttering when you feel his tip twitch in your mouth and geto spills right into your throat with a long moan. your lids flutter close, taking as much cum as you can before coming off with a deep breath. strings of his cum and your saliva connect you to his cock, the lewdness of it all showing clearly in how sloppily you sucked your professor off.

“open.” and you show your tongue still full of his cum, taking the opportunity to lean down to let a ball of spit fall from his mouth. it drops painfully slow to your tongue, closing it only when you hear the rasp of swallow, “good girl.”

“think i’ve kept you waiting for too long, need to be in you,” geto brings you up by your upper arms, propping you up nicely onto his desk where you already start to leak into the wood, “do you want me to be in you?”

“only if you promise to stop picking on me, prof.,” you pout. really, a changed girl once you get some cock, huh?

“but you’re too cute not to bother, baby.” your pout deepens and geto feels a tug on his heart. oh, you were too adorable, knowing you’d kill him the next time he mentions this. he hopes they’ll be a next time.

“i mean it, suguru,” you murmur as he uses his tip to play with your juices, smearing it around your cunt. “treat me like a proper person.”

“can i at least treat you like a slut behind closed doors?”

you bit your lip, he’s asking for a next time, and who are you to reject him?

“whatever you want, professor,” you wiggle your hips along his cock, hoping for some friction which he grants to you with no problem, “use me. treat me like your cum dump.”

geto hisses at your tightness and your words as he bottoms out in you. he’s had your pussy once and already cannot get enough of you, moaning each time he moves in and out of your cunt. your walls hug him so snugly, sucking his cock in endlessly.

“baby, baby, baaaby . . your pussy’s so fuckin’— good—” he grunts into your ears, hips starting to thrust slowly into you. he swears he can see you in your tummy, asking you to look down, “look at how deep i am in you, sweetheart.”

you moan at just how big he was as you glance down, but you’re more focused on the way your pussy spreads for him, the cute veins on his length as he moves in you. you’re leaking so much that it’s effortlessly, the way he rams into you.

“sugu— suguru . . mmfuck—” geto groans upon feeling you rub your clit, your own hips bucking needily into his own as your juices start to drip down his balls. this was everything that he hoped would happen; your features morphed into pleasure, you descending into stupidity just from some dick, feeling your pussy, finally.

“hear yourself?” your professor proposes the question and you’re confused for a moment until he slows down and you whine at the sudden change, brought to attention just how soaking you were. the soft shlick, shlick, shlick sounds take your breath away, as with the translucent sheen of your juices coating his cock.

there, your professor resumes his pace, “hear how fuckin’ sloppy this pussy is for me. listen to her,” your senses are all overwhelmed: by how he hits all your sweet spots, the sweat on your back, your fast-beating heart and you let out a mangled whimper, “yesss . . that’s what i like to hear.”

geto smirks at how you can’t even answer, picking up his pace into a regular one. with his cock buried deep in you, you have no choice but to let your body move with his thrusts, jerking each time his balls meet your ass noisily.

“is this what the little lady needed? just some professor cock to get her to not be so damn uptight!”

“y—yessss . .” you’re delirious, “yesyesyes, suguru!” you squeal when he holds your legs up and pushes your legs into your chest, tongue lolling out at the deepness that he was in you.

“fucking slut,” geto mumbled, hips turning sloppy with fatigue taking over, but your cunt was just too good to stop, “where d’you want me to cum, baby?” he knows you’ll answer how he wants you to, especially after watching his livestream—

“i-inside— inside, pleaseplease,” the circles on your clit are messy, now, chasing your high more than ever, but your pussy is grasping onto him like a vice, prompting groans deep from his throat. “want your cum dripping out of me, prof—”

those words alone has geto shooting his load with a strangled grunt, switching to shallow, quick thrusts to pump you full of his cum. it comes out in hot, thick spurts, filling your insides more and more until it spills out the sides and you follow soon after, whole body convulsing from the intense orgasm you can’t stop shaking violently.

“take it— that’s it, attagirl,” he whines out, stroking his length to make sure you’re getting every last drop out of him, “take all my cum . .”

geto is sure he’s getting old by the way he feels lightheaded, having had to hold onto the edge of the table for a minute — but in that 60 seconds you’ve stumbled off the table and laid your chest over it, perking your ass up where your pussy continues to leak hot, white cum.

your professor takes one good look at your ass, hands going up to knead at them and spreads your cheeks. with his tongue, he eats his cum out of you, making your jerk at the sensitivity.

“oops, i’ve cleaned you up of my cum — guess i gotta give you a couple more loads,” geto props a leg up, eating you out, “it’s only right since my brightest student has suffered so much at my hands . .”

tagging @arminsumi @shidouryusm @suguruplsr @crysugu @slttygeto @suget @sonarspace @marimogf @hannzai &lt;3 ok gn

[bakugoushotwife]

Bad Liar // katsuki bakugou

a/n: i got soooo carried away with this one lmfao no regrets though, i love bakubaby so bad and this is so self-ship coded no apologies :D this is probably my last piece before kinktober! i know i know boo hiss im sorry, im sorry, i'll probably still pepper in drabbles and headcanons just because :0

cw: suggestive, 16+ to read. bakugo is agressive as always, he has his own language lmao, possessiveness? friends to lovers, hiding it from the bakusquad!

wc: 2.9k

He can’t stand it. It was his stupid idea in the first place, but still, he finds himself knee deep in regret instead of ocean-water. And his friends make everything worse. Oh his stupid, stupid friends and their stupid gatherings and hang out sessions, just irritating him beyond belief. You weren’t included in this tirade, no. Never. You’ve never had a stupid idea in your life, other than agreeing to be his woman, he thinks now. 

Denki and Mina would want to go to the beach. That’s so perfectly, stupidly, them. It’s the hottest day of the year, and Katsuki is miserable in so many ways it’s almost comical. Certainly he would laugh if it was happening to anyone but him. He’s already prone to hyperhidrosis due to his quirk nature, and the weather certainly wasn’t helping the matter. He looks like he’s been greased in baby oil or something slimy straight out of the sea. You on the other hand, look—he can’t look. You’ve been friends since your first year at UA, or as close to friends as one really can get with the explosive blond. You seemed not to mind his bristly nature, even when he got a little loud, you never flinched away from him or went out of your way to push his buttons like everyone else. 

You were different. You invited him to read your favorite books and mangas with you, you introduced him to new video games and even offered to train together, something that anyone outside of Izuku ran away from. You were unafraid, he realized. He knows he makes it hard. He’s hateful and unforgiving, loud and brash. None of those are good qualities, he’s well aware, but you made him feel like they were. You laughed at his rude comments, only shaking your head or rolling your eyes playfully to disagree. When he got loud, you got louder, a tactic his mom first employed and something he hadn’t realized worked on him so well. No, you made those qualities feel endearing. It wasn’t long before he was inviting you to tag along with him too, teaching you how to make different dishes and even trying your hand at baking while he’s crouched over recipe books spouting the ingredients at you. He wants you to study with him, even if he hasn’t allowed anyone from the inner circle to join him willingly. He always invites you, and he never hides his casual requests for you to come back to his dorm for movies or the newest episode of your favorite anime. He’s completely smitten, clearly. 

To everyone, really. It was obvious, even to you. Katsuki is nothing if not prideful, so you were certainly not going to burst his bubble, or allow any of the bakusquad to do so either. You knew he would work through his emotions and thoughts on his own, and he would come to you when he’s ready. 

And yes, that took well into your adulthood. School was filled with tragedy after tragedy, you were happy to make it out of there with Katsuki, your friends, and your ability to become a hero still intact. The two of you worked for the same agency for the next couple of years straight out of high school, and that’s what helped him really understand just how different you are. You’re strong, the strongest woman he’s ever seen if he’s honest. Your abilities are insane, your motivation is inspiring, and your knowledge and instinct are only paralleled by his own. Perfect. You’re smart, beautiful, powerful, and so unique. He couldn’t stand it anymore, just watching from the sidelines as he tried to figure out why he was so enamored with you. 

Turns out, jealousy is one hell of a motivator. 

One day, when he was assigned a different route on patrol and you were sent off with a new male partner, it all made sense. He watched the guy put a hand on the small of your back, dangerously close to the elastic-wrapped mounds of your ass. His ass. He was fuming. The sidekick gave you an excited smile, championing himself lucky to be partnered with such a force–and beauty– as yourself. Katsuki saw it immediately, how the other sidekick was looking at you, it was painfully clear. He wasn’t worried, you would never give this extra your attention–hence how you throw the rando’s arm off of you and stomp away–what does piss him off though, is that other men cannot understand that you might as well walk around with his brand across your forehead. Was he not crystal clear? Even if he hadn’t known that you were unspeakably his, surely everyone else could tell? You two went everywhere together, never was one seen without the other, except for this fuckin’ dumbass  patrol–and he was scary enough no one should even think about you in that way. 

So he finishes his rounds as early as possible that day, making it back to HQ to meet up with you after your disdainfully different route. He’s pleased to see you alone, leaning up against a doorframe with your skin-tight hero suit still perfectly intact and clinging to your every curve. No drama, no danger, he smirks to himself in relief. The way you look back at him, though, that has his heart stopping in his chest. You look so at ease, your resting bitch face melting into a smile of succor. He can tell you’re just as relieved to see him, the way you jump from foot to foot in excitement tells him so. He can’t help but give you an arrogant half-smile, amused by and admiring your every move. The air is different, the space between the two of you spoke of something different than just friends. He throws his arm around your waist, and you can tell from the look on his face that he’s ready. His red siren gaze sparkles with a bit more intensity, his calloused fingers soothing circles into the curve of your side, even the smile playing at his lips says it all. You’re his now. He knows you know this, and you’re so good to him you won’t even make him say it, but it seemed that his little revelation was enough to change him in a way you didn’t suspect. 

“Yer my lady now.” He says, no trace of annoyance, only a slight upturn to the corners of his lips. 

“I know. Been your lady for a long ass time.” You chuckle, leaning your head over on his shoulder as you begin the walk home. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina–she would freak the fuck out that he finally made his move. Even more relieved would be poor Kirishima, the man on the receiving end of so many you-themed rants. Denki’s teasing may be endless–and Sero may be the only soul genuinely happy for everyone without making it a big deal. You know the last thing Katsuki wants is to make this a big deal. He was still working his way into emotional fluency, and you didn’t want them to stunt his progress–even though it was well intentioned. 

It’s like he can read your mind, or more aptly the subtle knit of your brows and purse of your lips. He knows your brain is hard at work thinking, so he steers you home, his house of course. The weather was decent, cold like he likes. He lets you think, focusing on the sound of your boots crunching in the snow. “What’s going on in that fat head’a yours?” 

You chuckle. “I was just thinking about how insufferable our friends are gonna be.” You say, icy fingers reaching for the solace you know awaits in his warm hands. He doesn’t fight you, cupping your hands in one of his. He furrows his brows, considering your sentence, yet his thumb still absentmindedly strokes your soft skin. He huffs after a time. 

“We ain’t gotta tell ‘em. They’ll figure it out eventually anyway–let’s just enjoy bein’ us. Press’ll be stupid too.” He sighs out, not having considered the issues you two may face now, status and all. How annoying. He squeezes on your hands to convey his love. 

You sigh. “God, so true. I didn’t think of that either.” You muse, smiling at the snowflakes collecting in Katsuki’s ashy hair and lashes while he stares at you. It can only ever be described as a stare, the intensity too much to be considered anything less. You slip your hands from his momentarily, and he frowns at the loss of you. He looks up and realizes you’re unlocking his door and sighing at the warmth that greets the two of you upon entering. Once the door swings shut, your hands find him again, though now you face him, and you dare to let your touch wander up his forearms and biceps before falling back down and reaching back up again. He enjoys the feeling, the soothing comfort of your strokes nearly causing him to sigh. He just hangs his arms around your waist instead, appreciating your beauty without fear now. 

“S’ppose we’ll keep this ‘er lil secret then.” He drawls, gently pulling your body until it stops against his. You can feel his warm caramel-scented breath waft over your face, the heat in his eyes causing your own to rush to your cheeks. He smirks at that, cherishing every moment he can fluster you since it’s so typically the other way around. 

You nod, unashamedly looking down at his lips. He doesn’t hide the sultry way in which he coats them, before letting them stretch into another, wider, predatory smirk. He forces your eyes back up to his with his two fingers under your chin. 

“Sound good?” He asks with an arched brow. You nod again. He chuckles, one so deep it reverberates through his buff chest. He’s entertained,  you’re absolutely falling apart just from standing so close to him now that all his feelings for you were confirmed. “Use your words and I’ll give ya a kiss.” 

You force yourself to swallow, and then clear your throat, feeling frozen in place. He looks at you like you were the only person he could see. He looks at you with such insatiable desire, you’re rendered speechless just from a few touches and his carmine eyes dancing over your body. “Yeah–our secret.” You manage. 

He nods his approval, sliding his hand to cup your cheek instead. His hand is so big his fingers reach over your jaw and into your soft, vanilla scented hair. He almost loses his confidence, your scent and the way you bat your eyelashes hitting him all at once. You always smell so sweet, even though you were actually spicy. He thought it fit you. You stand on your tiptoes to prompt him, your hands landing on his toned pecs. It brings him back to the present, and his heart actually flutters at what he was about to do. He swallows any nervousness and leans down, licking his lips a final time before he slots them over yours. You jolt him awake, the cool touch of your mouth sends warmth tingling through him, and you’re not doing much better. You feel like you’re melting as he pulls you closer desperately, unable to get enough of you. 

And maybe, just maybe, that night ended with him becoming very acquainted with that beautiful body you proudly display today, at the beach, with all his friends, who still don’t know that you’re together. 

That’s why he’s so impossibly frustrated, keeping his head turned and pretending to be entranced by the ocean waves. His friends are stupid, but they aren’t dumb. They’ve known for the longest that Katsuki’s head over heels for you, but upon your promise, they tried to give him less shit about it. 

But Denki just can’t hold back this time. To think that he can’t see Katuski’s “sunburn”, the noticeable way he’ll look anywhere but you, and his overly sensitive nerves today is an insult to Chargebolt. He scoffs loudly. 

“Hey Bakugou, you allergic to sexy?” 

The blond’s head snaps to him and his eyes narrow in confusion. “What?!”

Denki chuckles smoothly. “You won’t even look at Y/N–and she is definitely sexy. That bikini is working overtime–”

“Say one more word about her.” He dares, sparks collecting in the palms of his hands. At the crackling sound, Kirishima decides it’s time to intervene. He holds his arms out like someone approaching a wild horse to saddle. 

“Woah, woah–easy bro!” He chuckles nervously, but it gets Katsuki’s attention, at least enough that the threat of violence dies down. “I think what Denki’s trying to say is, normally you and Y/N are side-by-side. Is everything alright?” 

Great. There was no way to win. If he looked at you, he’d surely pop a raging boner and that would confirm everything they’ve ever thought about him and his thoughts about you, but not looking at you resulted in their suspicion anyway. He huffs through his nose and scowls. 

“Yeah? Just tryin’ not to be a perv like you two fuckers. Stop lookin’ at her–” 

“Right. Okay.” Sero rolls his eyes at the longtime friend. “You know none of us give a fuck if you guys want to get together, right? In fact, we’re literally praying for it so you stop being so goddamn intolerable.” 

“So you admit you have to fight looking?” Denki snickers. Katsuki eyes the two with the wrath of hell.

Kirishima gives him a defusing glare, sighing at his hot-tempered buddy. “I second Sero, but either way, we want you to have some fun, man. We know you can’t be having a good time sitting in the sand like this. Come play some volleyball with us!” He insists, dragging Katsuki to his feet. 

Bakugo wrenches his way free of him, but follows nonetheless, scowling even deeper when Mina calls out, “Three on three! I want Bakugou and Denki!” She giggles, leaving you to team up across from him with Kirishima and Sero. He convinces himself that beating your ass in volleyball should keep your friends off your scent.

All goes well, for a while. That is until the rotation puts him directly across from you. 

Denki was right. You are so sexy. And that bikini…how could you set him up like this? The fabric clings to your hips, disappearing into the folds of your dimpled and sand-covered ass. God, he shoulda never let you out of the house. His eyes finally move up toward your bust, almost laughably stuffed into your top. It’s so unfair. You’re ridiculously stunning, and he can’t help but think you did this on purpose. He can feel his blood rushing all at once, and he knows he must be staring hard. Before he can comprehend anything else, you’re running towards the net, beautiful body glistening in the sun, your sea-textured hair swaying in time with your chest as you jump and smack the ball right in his face. 

Kirishima can’t stifle his laugh, and Denki nearly collapses in laughter beside the explosive man. Mina just puts her hands on her hips, trying to hide her knowing smirk. 

Katsuki is prideful, arrogant, brash, unforgiving, loud, and hateful. You made sure to love and accept those qualities to an extent, and help him grow out of them in some others. One thing you’ll never be able to change is his competitive spirit–and you just took a cheap shot in his rulebook. 

“That was a low blow. It doesn’t count!” He groans, swiping some of the kicked up sand from his tanned abs. He goes to pick up the ball when Sero challenges. 

“How so? She just spiked it. That’s legal.” 

And to his dismay, you play right into it. “Yeah, why’s it a low blow, Suki?”

Goddamn you. Batting your lashes and all. You’re challenging him too, daring him to keep lying or to come clean to all his friends. He snorts at you, clearly you underestimate who you’re dealing with. He’ll fuck you on the beach if you wanna push buttons–but he decides he’ll take a more moderate approach only because he doesn’t want anyone else to see you naked. You can’t back him into a corner without doing the same to yourself, so he just juts his chin at you. 

“Because you wore that bikini just to piss me off ‘n make me tell our friends yer mine.” He growls, arching a brow and folding his arms over his chest. The friends in question are unusually quiet and deathly still, exchanging knowing and relieved looks.

You shrug, blushing a bit. He caught you, but it worked anyway. Only because he allowed it, but still. You hum your acknowledgement and motion for the ball back. 

“You got me, baby. That counts as a point though. Ball’s mine.” You wink, that smug grin of yours enough to make his heart pound like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. You’re most definitely somethin’ else, but he loves you to pieces, and he feels a lot better about being able to be just as pervy out loud as he wants to be. 

He slings the ball back over the net, mirroring your smirk. Once again, he’ll never let you best him. His eyes shine with mischief as he winks and says for your embarrassment, “Oh yer still goin’ down, sugartits.” 

[kararomanoff]

Professor Romanoff's dirty slut

this was written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable then feel free to not read.

warning: pet names(dove, baby, detka (baby), honey ect.), maybe degradation, oral (r giving), mommy kink, age gap (legal)

Who know miss romanoff would be this way when your one minute late to class

i might make this a two parts but idk yet

It’s Tuesday morning and you had a Russian lecture with Miss Romanoff, she was a mysterious woman with her red shoulder length locks of hair and a body carved by the greatest gods hands, Miss Romanoff is the woman of your dreams but she’s your professor, although your unconscious mind didn’t care about that always trying to make it harder for you by giving you the most filthy wet dreams to ever be see and you just happened to have one last night.

you walk into the lecture hall just one minute late but Natasha still picked up on it and she was gonna use it.

the lecture was as normal, you spent the majority of the the lecture fantasising about your professor; about how her raspy voice would sound whispered in your ear for only you to hear, how her hands would feel as they wonder over your body and how her lips would touch against your neck while leaving marks of belonging. “miss y/l/n, please stay behind I would like to speak to you” miss romanoff says breaking you out of your thoughts “that is the end of the lecture, have a nice rest of the day. I will see you all again on Friday” you hadn’t even realised that you had blanked out for the whole lecture, wait did professor romanoff notice? Is that why you were to say behind? Shit

“come with me y/n” miss romanoff said standing up once every one left, you followed her down the busy hall ways until you where lead into a dark office that you assumed to be miss Romanoff’s.

She sits down at her desk “sit” she commands, you sit as fast as possible feeling the need to do whatever she says “good girl” fuck.

“you where late” she states sternly “I was?” You ask not in the know that you had been, all be it by one minute “yes, by one minute” “ohh thank god I thought I had be serious late” you breathe relieved

“YOU WHERE LATE!” She raises her voice “ ‘m sorry” “good…. Now did you pay attention to my lecture?” “I- yes- I did” you speak nervously “really because you seemed pretty distracted honey” it shocked you how she could change so suddenly from being pissed to soft and caring “I mean- yeah I was a bit but I promise it won’t happen again”

“Mhmm…..what districts you sweetheart?” Miss Romanoff's voice sounded raspier as she asked “I-I- I’m not sure” “I think you know dove, it’s okay you can tell me”

“y-you” your shaky voice came out quiet, your leg shakes and your hand fidget's with your rings ''yeah?'' miss romanoff ask with a sly look, pretending she hadn't already known that, as if she didn't touch herself to the thought of you far more than anyone would ever willingly admit ''what about me distracts you detka?'' miss romanoff ask as she unbuttons two buttons on her blouse and looks back up to see the hesitant look on your face ''tell me, im not judging you''

''your voice and your body and how mysterious you seem and how you'd-no-i'' you paused and she gives you a nod to continue ''how-how you'd...........touch...me'' miss romanoff smirks at you words

''i bet you lie in bed at night touching yourself at the thought of me'' your blushing cheeks was enough to tell her that you did ''come to mommy detka'' your professor spoke, you got up and stopped till you got the beautiful woman, she stood, starting to pull down her slacks and lacey black panties, when she was done she sat back down on her leather spinning chair ''your going to eat mommy out till she cums to show her how make you want her'' ''yes mommy'' ''good girl, now get to work and please your mommy like the good girl you are'' Natasha grabs your face and shove it to her heat ''eat'' and so you do you starts to kitty lick her clit, her moans encouraging you to continue ''don't be a fucking bitch don't tease me'' ''sorry mommy'' ''if you where really sorry you wouldn't be using your mouth to vocally apologise'' she was stern

you put your head back down pushing your tongue inside of her, she pulls your hair in response ''ughhhh....thats it slut'' Natasha starts to grind her hips against your face, her clit hitting against your nose ''such a dirty slut for mommy huh? ugh-mh-i... fucking whore im cumming- shit'' once she comes down from her high she pulls your face away ''you better leave, your definitely late for your next lecture'' you nod getting up and then wipe your face before you walk to the door.

as your about to open the door you hear miss romanoff ''see you soon'' she winks, god

[voltronisanobsession]

Ok I know I’ve been gone for over a month BUT HEAR ME OUT GUYS‼️

I’ve been going through this phrase where I’m reading a lot of yandere content rn (I gobble that shit UP), and idk the toxicity of it all is giving me a lot of inspo lowkey💀

Like imagine a manipulative reader. HEAR ME OUUUTT

No one knows it but reader is a secret spy at camp half blood (love this trope) and grows super close to Percy. Like they grow close really quickly, you show him your deepest secrets and whatnot to gain his trust and he doesn’t even know it.

Percy shares his own secrets and experiences with you because he feels so connected to you!! It’s on a whole different level and he can’t help but slowly fall for you. And you know this. As much as it hurts you (or doesn’t) to gain the trust of this boy who’s obviously fallen for you, you know you gotta do your job.

You begin to know him on such a deep level and you use it to your advantage. You sway and manipulate any choices he has to make.

Im still on the first few chapters of heroes of Olympus so I still don’t know the plot to it sorry💀 so let’s just say reader is manipulating Percy for their own personal gain, or like planning to sell any information they gain from him to monsters, who knows.

Percy has no clue what’s so ever, but Annabeth can sense something’s off with you. The way you cling to Percy, almost like a leech, as her suspicious.

And when she confronts you, tears. Tears EVERYWHERE. And Percy falls for them. He falls for your crocodile tears because it physically HURTS him to see you crying.

He would console you, quickly muttering sweet nothings as he rubs your arms in order to ‘calm’ you down, hugging you, not knowing the dark look in your eyes as you stare down Annabeth.

Lowkey you would start pitting him against everyone around camp. Lying to him by saying how there’s nasty rumors going around about you made by some of the campers. You’re basically the devil on his shoulder, whispering into his ears exaggerated lies and deception.

And Percy believes everything you say! Why? Because he’s too down bad. This dude practically worships the ground you walk on, so when you slowly start influencing the decisions he makes, he doesn’t question it.

He believes that youre only trying to help him😭 that you only want what’s best for him so he blindly trusts your judgement.

He trusts you sm that he tells you everything you ask about. And if it’s after he went into the Styx river, he’ll even tell you where his weakness. his WEAKNESS

Like bro. You even start to realize that you’ve dragged yourself too deep into what you thought was a game. People and monsters would kill to have this information, you could get killed if anyone found out you knew.

You start feeling guilty for taking advantage of Percy. I mean, he willingly told you the one thing that can kill him, it’s such a big weight on your shoulders now that you can’t help the shame from creeping on you.

Idk, this reader seems like the type to run from their problems, so they most likely do. Over the course of a night, you disappear, cutting all contact with Percy, the camp, everything. You would leave nothing but a short and curt note to him and maybe even Annabeth.

‘Percy, I’m so sorry for lying to you. You didn’t see it but Annabeth did. I’m sorry. -y/n’

And that’s it. Percy would be so hurt and confused, betrayed when he finds out everything. He wants to believe that it’s some sick joke but this is his reality.

He gave you all of him and you just threw it on the ground and crushed it beneath your feet. You quite literally ripped this poor dudes heart straight of his chest with zero remorse, how could you do that to him bro?💀💀💀

He definitely holds some kind of grudge against you. If y’all ever cross paths again, MAJOORR yikes.😬😬 after you leave, Percy grows way more guarded and defensive when meeting new people.

Homeboy does not wanna be taken advantage of again after you💀

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[whousestypewriters]

photos of you - grayson hawthorne x reader

pairing: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing [like one word] kissing + flufffffff

a/n: so grayson my pookie wookie is getting a fic hehe! should i write a synopsis at the begining of each fic? idk im too lazy to do it rn lol -also its kinda short so sorry

"grayson!" you shriek when you enter his bedroom.

its plain and simple - like grayson - except nothing like grayson because anyone who's met him knows that grayson hawthorne isn't plain or simple.

he's smart, cunning, always sharply dressed - and man does he look good in a suit. like seriously he's so toned and muscly - which you may or may not know after having snuck out to watch him swim once... or twice... okay you do it all the time - he's like a freaking greek god in the form of a human-

sorry what?

got off track there. oops.

anywayyyy

you storm into grayson's room absolutely livid, pacing back and forth in front of a slightly amused grayson.

"like seriously she was such a bitch!" you say swinging around to face him again. "she actually called me the sloppy immature freak. can you believe it? like seriously that girl wouldn't know hard work if it gave her a high five... in the face... with a chair!"

you spin around again resuming your pacing continuing on before he can say anything.

"and to come at me during work-" your eyes catch onto grayson's open computer. "hey, what's that?"

all but forgetting your rant about the bitchy co-worker of yours, you move over to grayson's desk and plop down into his chair, focusing on the laptop in front of you.

"are these from our date last saturday?" you ask when you feel his presence at your back.

"yeah, i took a few and then had the flower stall vendor take some as well," his rich voice reaches down to your ears.

you flick through the photos your heart melting with each one he took. most are photos of you not paying attention to him and looking around happily at the park you were at. pure happiness shines in your eyes and you lean back into grayson silently thanking him and complimenting him on his work.

"its all you," he whispers as if he read your mind.

you instantly pause when you reach a photo of you both. you're looking at the camera smiling at the kind vendor but grayson. grayson.

he's looking at you like you're his entire world. like he'd willingly give up everything just to see you happy. the pure love, adoration and devotion in his eyes almost brings you to tears.

god you loved him.

"i like this one," you squeak out, still

"why's that?"

"because you can see how much you love me," you smile getting up out of your seat and wrapping your arms around his neck. "you look at me like i'm your world, gray."

"you are," he whispers wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling softly. you love how he lets this, softer, calmer, less rigid side of himself be shown with you. grayson is all sharp edges and cutting looks to the outside world, so it always seems to warm your heart that you get to be apart of this piece of him.

"i love you," you smile sweetly up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. "so much."

"i love you," grayson says quietly. "more than you know."

later on when you've left, grayson makes quick work of emailing the photos off to a printing store, wanting you to have copies as soon as possible and making his favourite photo - the one of you grinning at the camera, or more like the person behind the camera, him - his lockscreen.

he'll never admit it to anyone else but he has always had a photo of you as his lockscreen, always, even from the early stages of your relationship. he had felt like he was keeping a small piece of you with him, a small piece of your happiness that seeps into his cold harsh behaviour when he's working.

so its a habit to save those pictures to the album he has on his phone and computer. its a habit to have the photos printed out and sent to your flat along with a bouquet of flowers.

its a habit to be grinning for hours in his room after you left.

its a habit to go scrolling through the albums and albums of photos he has of you. because honestly? out of all the places grayson has been, all the different photos and emotions he's caught on camera, out of all them,

photos of you are his favourite.

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a/n pt2: lol i think it kinda deteriorated at the end there.

[totiredtowrite]

Perhaps Bokuto x pretty boy! Reader????👀

Ok I’ll stop sorry.

-🖕🏽

pretty boy

warnings - kuroo a little obsessive ngl

im intrigued but would you mind if i changed it to my shawty kuroo i promise ill make it up to you

Don't steal my work, theft isn't cool

You weren't exactly sure when you started to feel his eyes on you, but at this point you didn't really care when it started.

Unbeknownst to you, however, you'd been in his sights from the moment you transferred to Nekoma just two months prior. With all the buzz about the shy, pretty new student, Kuroo just had to see for himself what it was all about. It's not like he was expecting to become so infatuated with you so quickly, but with eyes like that and a voice as soft and warm as yours, he was doomed from the start.

He knows you know he's watching. He can see it, he can feel it in the way you cast nervous glances around the room. And you know he's there, keeping eyes on you whenever you're with your friends. It's not like you felt as though you were in immediate danger, but you didn't feel completely safe either. Much to his displeasure, you always had someone else with you when you needed to return a book to the library or change in the locker rooms.

His friends scoff at him and tell him to just talk to you instead of watching you like a creep. He just laughs them off, saying he'll find the right time to talk to you. After all, if it wasn't perfect, then you might not give him the time of day. Kuroo wasn't stupid. He knew that he wasn't the only one who wanted you. What he was, however, was the only one who was perfect for you. You, being so sweet, so shy, needed someone like him. Someone who would willingly beat down any of your problems and then hold you close. Someone who could speak up for you when you were too scared to—someone who complimented you in every way.

"He's so sweet, isn't he?" Kuroo hummed against his palm. Kenma didn't quite know how to respond. Apparently he didn't have to, because Kuroo was clearly not engaging his friend in conversation. His golden eyes narrowed into slits as he caught sight of the girls giggling in the corner of the room, casting glances to where you were reading at your desk.

You lifted your head, turning sight to the group. Upon seeing their smiling, blushing faces, you turned your head in the other direction nervously. Locking eyes with Tetsurou. He held you in his gaze for what seemed like far too long before you turned your head back down, a worried and flustered expression finding its way onto your perfect features. He smiled into his hand, his previous jealousy evaporating almost instantly. You would never go for them anyway—you knew who was right for you.

Besides, Kuroo knew he had make his claim on you clear. Everyone could tell he wanted you, and he wanted you bad. They knew with the way he hovered around you, just out of sight. His warning glances directed at anyone who approached you was enough to dissuade anyone from thinking about asking you out—nobody wants to get into it with Kuroo. Everyone knew he was laid back, but they also knew he could hit hard, and no one wanted to find out if he was willing to go that far.

For you, he would go to any length. He wished that he could finally get you alone, corner you in the hallway without any of your pesky friends in the way. What were they there for anyway? Always hanging around you, never giving him a chance to find you. He was grateful that you felt comfortable around some people, but at the same time you should only feel comfortable around him.

Kuroo never considered himself the most possessive, but with you something was different. Something was very different. There were so many things that he wanted to do with you, that he wanted to do to you. He could make you feel all warm and safe, he could fill all the roles of friend and lover.

For now, though, watching you from afar was good enough from him. After all, doesn't have to worry about anyone taking you from him in the mean time.

Nobody would dare.

~

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[stormborngod]

hii !!! I have read your two aelin fanfics and I have to say that they are the best in the world, I was wondering if you could write something nsfw about aelin x reader (?) no hurry 💗

Authors Note: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I legitimately forgot about it because life things got in the way and im so so so sorry!!

Writing this made me realize that I kinda abandoned this account lmao.

Heres Aelin smut (i tried my best I home it’s not terrible) and feel free to send in more asks!

Burn Me Inside And Out (I Need The Burn)

Tags: fxf, female!reader, post-canon, confident!reader, teasing, semi-public??? She fingers you in a hallway dude idk, fingering, Aelin being downbad for reader, reader teases Aelin during a party and reaps the benefits

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You didn’t brag often.

Mostly because your wife bragged enough about you, and because you didn’t feel the need to. You knew that you were quite the catch and you didn’t feel the need to flaunt what was already obvious.

But, Hellas, you looked good.

You knew it from the stares you could feel piercing you, from the moment you walked in the room till you stood against the wall, your back pressed against cool wood. Your bare back.

The black dress you were wearing was backless, proudly showing off the golden backdrop necklace that rested in between your shoulder blades and trailed down to your lower back. You hide a smug smile as you take another sip of your wine. You had already counted at least three guests at this party that had nearly choked on their wine when they saw the necklace, their eyes roving over you.

While their gazes were amusing, if not a bit of a ego boost, it wasn’t them you wanted to impress.

It was your wife’s.

Aelin.

You felt her gaze on you the moment you stepped into the party, piercing you like a blade from across the room.

You had watched as she ended her conversation as quickly as she could without enacting a national incident, making her way through the crowd towards you. Her fiery blond hair was bright against the crowd, making her a lighthouse in the endless ocean of the people spreading the two of you.

You had felt a bit bad when you moved away just as she was close enough that you could make out her dark dress, it’s gold lining complimenting the golden shards that danced in her turquoise eyes.

You would have been perfectly fine to allow her to touch you, her arm wrapping around your waist as she pulled you closer to her. She would have run her hand over your bare back, her fingers idly playing with the necklace draped down your back as the two of you made your rounds around the room, charming anyone around you.

You certainly didn’t mind the idea, you loved it if you were being honest, but you liked the idea of teasing her more.

You have been ignoring her the entire night, moving out of reach before she could reach for you or leading her into guests that were dying to talk to their queen. You watched her from your position against the wall, smirking when she caught your eyes over the shoulder of whatever lord she was talking with.

She look thoroughly uninterested in whatever he was saying, her eyes only for you. Her eyes narrowed as she took in your smug expression, momentarily turning back to the lord to excuse herself as she began to make her way towards you.

You rolled your shoulders as you reached out towards one of the servants next to you, replacing your now empty drink with a full one as you began to make your way back into the crowd. You looked over your shoulder, biting your lip to hold in your laugh as you made yourself further into the crowd, blending into the people around you almost seamlessly.

Almost.

Honestly, sometimes you forgot your wife used to be an assassin.

An arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a warm body behind you. You went willingly, almost purring as a hand ran up your throat to tilt your head until red lips pressed against yours. Gods, with how good Aelin felt pressed against you, kissing you, you were beginning to question why you were teasing her in the first place.

The answer came a moment later when Aelin turned you to face her, her eyes blazing with desire and need. She bent her head, her lips brushing over your pulse.

“You're trying to kill me.” She says, her breath warm against the skin of your neck. You hum and trail your fingertips over her sides, “Maybe.” You tease, tightening your grip as you pulled her closer to you.

She can't hold back a chuckle at your pleased tone, pressing a kiss against your neck before she pulls away to face you. You know there's no point in hiding the blush rising to your cheeks. You can feel her red lipstick lingering on your skin and you don't doubt that she's left a bright red mark on you for all to see.

Her eyes glance over you, her hunger for you growing as she takes in the way your dress hugs your body. One of her hands trails down your side until she reaches your thigh, rubbing her thumb over the fabric there.

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to you so you can press your lips together. Gods, she's not even fully touching you and you can already feel the heat rising from between your thighs, making you agonizingly focused on her touch.

The two of you part, breathless.

“I think we’re going to have to miss this dance, love.” Aelin asks, her voice light despite the hunger in her eyes. You chuckle, moving towards her neck to press your lips against her throat, leaving your own lipstick mark on your skin.

“Really? May I ask why, dearest?” You tease before gasping as she began to read you out of the room. She dodges between people before she's able to pull you into one of the large halls leading into the party.

She presses you against a wall, kissing you fiercely as she grips your hips. Her nails dig into your skin, even through the fabric of your dress. Her grip stings, setting your blood aflame as you buck your hips against her.

“Gods,” Aelin groans, “how attached are you to this dress?” You furrow your brows, pulling away to glare at her.

“Don’t even think about it.” You warn, still gasping for air. She huffs, bending her head to nip your throat. She chuckles when you arch your neck, exposing more of yourself to her. Her fangs trace over your pulse and you bunch the fabric of her dress in your hands as you groan.

One of her hands moves from your hips to rub over your thigh, pulling your dress up until it haphazardly bunches over your hips. Her other hand moves to brush over your underwear, lacy fabric covering her prize.

You chuckle breathlessly at her growl of frustration before gasping as she tugs your panties to the side, her fingers immediately finding your wet heat. She groans as your wetness coats her fingers. She glides her fingers over your clit, rubbing firmly against it. You bit your lip to hold in your moans, bucking your hips against her hand.

She purrs at your desperation, head ducking down to nip and kiss at your throat, “That’s it, sweetheart.” Her husky voice seems to echo in your ears as your hips pick up their pace. Aelin allows you to grind to your hearts content, waiting until your gasping out as your almost reach your peak. She drags her fingers away suddenly, laughing at your growl as you try to pull her hand back to you.

“Patience sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.” Aelin coos, voice mocking and sickly sweet as she traced her fingers over you. She rubs over your clit firmly one more time before she moves lower, entering you. Your gasp as she pushes one, two fingers inside you.

Aelin doesn’t bother going slow, her fingers driving into your fiercely as you gasp and moan. You can barely bring yourself to care about your voice echoing back to the party, hips bucking. You can only focus on Aelin, on her fingers inside you and her lips at your neck.

She snarls at your moans, almost as desperate as you as she begins to hammer into you. Her voice is strained as she speaks, hunger clouding her eyes, “Come on sweetheart, give it to me. Soak my hand and let everyone know how good I make you feel.”

And you do, gods you do. Your body shakes as your cum, your wet heat tightening around Aelin’s fingers. Aelin curses, her fingers still thrusting into you. She eventually slows her pace as your breathing and shaking slows, pulling her fingers from you with a wet noise that leaves you flushed.

She holds your gaze as she rubs her tongue over her fingers, cleaning your wetness from them. You bite you lip, fighting against your suddenly desperate to pull her back to you despite your recent orgasm.

She smirks, pulling her fingers from her mouth as her free hand begins to smooth out your dress. At your confused look she chuckled, gold-flecked eyes sparking in amusement.

“We don’t want you to walk back into the party looking freshly fucked, do we? Imagine the scandal.” She laughs when your hand pushed at her shoulder, ignoring your glare as she offers you a hand.

“Shall we?”

[fakesimp]

Hi its me again, monke brain anon 🐒with more monke thoughts to share with you🐒luxiem boys my beloved skrunkly little men

S/o who isnt that knowledgeable about the video games the boys play but is oh so very willing to learn just so they cab play together 🤌 hear me out, matching nintendo and controller cases tho 🤡🤡🤡 i feel like a clown rn omg chia im so sorry (this is like the onky time ive ever interacted in ur askbox ever [first is the s/o who does a 180] i cant believe im going monke brain in ur inbox rn rn rn sobs anyways live laugh love 😁

I wholeheartedly open my arms for your monke thoughts, so—

Don't be shy to drop them off (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Also matching nintendo an controller cases.

Yes. Yes. That would be very cute.

Also another short hcs about it utc

Vox would willingly teach you some games that would probably not scare you, unless you love horror games. Fnaf cough cough.

Not forgetting red themed cases on your Nintendo. (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠！

"It's okay, Darling. I'll teach you how to play them. Hm? Interested to learn my favorite game? Are you sure? I mean I don't mind teaching you. Don't worry everything would be okay.."

Mysta would sometimes trick you as he teach you some gameplay, but don't worry, if you want him to teach you seriously. He will, who doesn't want their s/o be upset..

Orange themed cases for your Nintendo? (⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠0⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ

Fox lovers anyone? (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

"Look at you, falling into my trap- HAHAHA— OKAY Okay-, ahem, let me teach you for real this time."

Luca would teach you not only the basics but also some pranks too. So that he could prank on others with you, whether it's in Minecraft or other games.

Matching yellow themed cases for your Nintendo, little paws on the joystick.. (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

"Babe! Babe babe- come here-! Look at this, I'll teach you how to make this so you can do it on other's too- heh"

Ike would teach you some of his favorite games, sometimes he would just let you figure out some puzzles for a few minutes until you decided to ask for his help.

Matching blue themed cases, custom made perhaps? Small Quilldrens..

"Pft.. Hm? It's okay älskling, you're so close from finishing the puzzle. Hm? You need my help? Haha, sure.."

Shu would also teach you some of favorite games, he would probably also make you play some puzzle games too see you struggle on them. Just for him go teach you how to do it.

Matching purple themed cases, sorcery stuff.

"Come on babe, you're so close.. you need help? Hm? You're so close tho— haha, okay okay, I'll help you."

©fakesimp

Also what do I call you- 🐒 anon?

And keep them coming anon, I'm willing to read them

[11queensupreme11]

Im sorry but WHAT are these ancient fucking laws I keep reading about in so many percy jackson fics 😭😭 I read the books a long time ago, so I don't remember it, but I thought it was just a fanon thing to explain why the gods are neglectful?

OKAY IM REALLY GLAD YOU ASKED THIS CUZ YOU'RE NOT ALONE

ive seen so many comments in arsenic blues from ppl who believe that ALL the gods are being WILLINGLY neglectful towards their kids, and that is NOT true.

the ancient laws are a canon thing in pjo. it's been mentioned many many times, but through scattered discussion. here's a list of dialogues that talk/mention it (the quotes were taken from this helpful reddit post btw)

example 1:

"Do not judge the Lord of the Sea too harshly," the Nereid told me. “He stands at the brink of an unwanted war. He has much to occupy his time. Besides, he is forbidden to help you directly. The gods may not show such favouritism.” “Even to their own children?” “Especially to them. The gods can work by indirect influence only. That is why I give you a warning, and a gift.”

example 2:

“Permission to kill, my lady?” I couldn’t tell who she was talking to, because she kept her eyes on the manticore. The monster wailed. ‘This is not fair! Direct interference! It is against the Ancient Laws.”

example 3:

"Why show yourself now?" Luke demanded. His shoulders were tense, as if he expected a fight. "All these years I've been calling to you, praying you'd show up, and nothing. You left me with her." He pointed toward the kitchen like he couldn't bear to look at his mother, much less say her name. "Luke, do not dishonor her," Hermes warned. "Your mother did the best she could. As for me, I could not interfere with your path. The children of the gods must find their own way."

example 4:

“Luke, I care very much,’ Hermes said slowly, ‘but gods must not interfere directly in mortal affairs. It is one of our Ancient Laws. Especially when your destiny ...” His voice trailed off.

example 5:

My heart sank. Chiron was right, but it was all we could muster. For once I wished Dionysus were here, but even if he had been, I didn’t know if he could have done anything. When it came to war, gods were forbidden to interfere directly. Apparently, the Titans didn’t believe in restrictions like that.

example 6:

Hermes readjusted the mailbag on his shoulder. ‘Percy, the hardest part about being a god is that you must often act indirectly, especially when it comes to your own children. If we were to intervene every time our children had a problem ... well, that would only create more problems and more resentment.

example 7:

“Besides, even if the other gods suspect Hades – and I imagine Poseidon does – they couldn’t retrieve the bolt themselves. Gods cannot cross each other’s territories except by invitation. That is another ancient rule. Heroes, on the other hand, have certain privileges. They can go anywhere, challenge anyone, as long as they’re bold enough and strong enough to do it. No god can be held responsible for a hero’s actions. Why do you think the gods always operate through humans?”

example 8:

"Now, a god cannot usurp another god's symbol of power directly-that is forbidden by the most ancient of divine laws. But Zeus believes your father convinced a human hero to take it."

don't get me wrong, there are gods who couldn't care less about their kids and willingly neglect them, but it's veeeery wrong to believe that ALL the gods are like this. it's canon that gods cannot interfere in their children's lives, even if they want to. they don't neglect their kids because they don't care about them, they do it because they don't have a choice.

hermes and luke's relationship shows this perfectly. hermes IS a good dad (he's actually one of the best imo). he knew what luke's fate would be and TRIED to change it even though everyone knew it would be impossible, but he was desperate anyway because he loved his son and wanted to try and save him.

unfortunately, every attempt to change his fate always failed (because duh, can't change fate): he sent luke on a quest to "build him up as a hero" only for luke to fail and get a scar, asked percy and annabeth to save him, but they failed too (he even snapped at annabeth for failing to go with his son).

sooo yeah! like i said, there are some godly parents that willingly neglect their kids because they don't care about them, but that's not the case for every single god. there ARE gods who care about their kids, they're just forbidden to interact with them, and that means they can't raise them either.

[toph3r-marshmell00w]

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Hewo!! ☆

I'm topher! I also go by toph, tophie or marshmellow :33 I'm a British, scemo, furry artist! Also a self proclaimed, nerd and geek! I will post my art, reblog, moodboards, random opinions, maybe even use this blog as a little journal! Another thing, I am the biggest tophfucius shipper, I will defend them with my life 🙏

My pronouns are he/thon/they/ze/xe + any neos ^^ do NOT use she/her or it/it's on me. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

I am genderfluid + xenos! I am pansexual as well as aegosexual!! :3 I am ambiamorous ^w^

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[obsessedwrhys]

Hello !! I was wondering if I could request a selkie! Reader x Raiden, where they are allies, but raiden doesn't know that the reader is a selkie and while training together and Raiden finds the readers seal skin and the reader tried to seduce him to get it back. Raiden has feelings for the reader and falls into it and ends up confessing to the reader, who then explain the situation??

The Ocean's Tale

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, cursing, some angst? Sorry this request was done slow cause I have like a lot of drafts to clear out. Reader is fem (written according to a selkie's personality)!! Didnt proof read sorry im having a bad day 😔

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On the sandy shore near the ocean, you laid on your back as you inhaled the salty scent of the air. Despite just coming out of the water after a long swim, your body was longing for another dive.

Everybody around you knew you had a thing for the ocean.

But they never thought this little interest had a different reason to it.

You were a selkie.

A creature that was just a myth to others... and you'd rather have it stay that way. For your safety and everybody's...

"Now what are you doing out here all by yourself?" A gentle voice spoke from behind you.

You were quick to sit up and once you turned to see it was just Raiden, you relaxed. The presence of him made your face light up. He was a kind man. At first you were sceptical of Liu Kang's choice of choosing him as Earthrealm's champion due to his soft personality, but after the events that has happened, he had proven himself to be worthy of the title.

"I was simply just enjoying the ocean" You said, curling your legs up onto your chest as he sat beside you.

"I see..." He nods, his eyes examining every detail of the ocean view in front of you.

"Were you looking for me?" You teased which easily made him chuckle.

"Would it be bad if I said yes? I was hoping you could train with me" He asked, his focus now settled on you.

"Train with you? What about the others?"

"They've been dragged to this party Johnny was excited about. I just happen to be gone when it happened... but now I need a new training partner" He said and his question had you chew on the inside of your cheek as you thought over his request.

"Mmm... since you asked so nicely... then I'll help you with your training" You said willingly.

Just like that, you walked alongside him on the way to the outdoor training area. It was a large circle that provided just enough space for anyone when in use. A few feet away were a group of beautiful trees that you've ever seen on land. As you stood opposite of Raiden, you watched as he began to warm up his body.

"You seem serious about this" You said, pointing out the obvious.

"How could I not? You are a close friend of Liu Kang's. Even when I got here, all I've heard were praises of you. Every one of them saying how you were a strong opponent, elegant yet so efficient" He said, his words easily making you feel flattered.

"Well then, I hope I do meet your expectations. Shall we brawl?" You said with a playful glint in your eyes which he happily return with a grin and a confident nod.

In a swift move, you charged at him and he was quick to get in a defensive position, readying for your attack. As you closed in the distance between you two, you changed the route of your direction as you elegantly twirl around him to kick him at the back of his leg, which causes him to fall on his left knee. However, what you didn't expect next was for him to counter your punch before switching up to grab you by the arm. In an attempt to pin you to the ground, he began to drag you but you were able to duck down and elbow him on the side.

The fight went on, neither of you backing down. Despite the urge to win, you could see through the way he fought that he was still holding back, not willing to harm you. Which was a stupid yet considerate move because it was this mistake that lead you to your victory. With him on his back, he chuckles to himself as he stares at the way you were towering over him. A proud look on your face.

"I have to admit. You're quite the opponent, Earthrealm's champion" You teased, once again.

"It's an honour that you think so high of me" He said. Traces of sweat already appearing on his body.

You then offered him your hand and he takes it without a second thought. After helping him get on his feet, you decided to go take a seat by the table nearby to rest. It was completely made out of smooth stone to match the beauty of nature. You've always enjoyed the view of the forest... but it doesn't speak to you as the ocean does.

"Uh excuse me but I'm gonna go wash my face. I'll be back" He said and you couldn't help but giggle a bit to yourself as you watch him run off.

"Don't take too long...!" You told him which he shouts back with a simple okay.

Even with him gone, a smile still remained on your face. Not only do you find the way he treats you to be respectful but you also found it adorable. You weren't even his teacher when he was first sent here to train. You were simply just someone who stuck around or watched when you were bored and seeking for entertainment.

You had to admit, out of all the people chosen. He easily caught your attention. Not only was it for his good looks but his smile was radiant. You've never seen such a person before. It was like a breath of fresh air from the amount of men you've met throughout your lifetime.

Putting all these thoughts together now makes it seem like you were admiring him too much.

Guess that make it even between you both.

"I'm back... I happen to find this near the well" Raiden spoke, his hand holding up what appears to be your seal skin.

Your throat went dry when you saw it in his grasp. Fuck... you were sure you hid it perfectly near the forgotten well. How did he even know about that well? It had to be Liu Kang who told him. You watched him sit beside you, clearly not aware of the effect this was having on you.

"The fur is soft... I wonder what it is..." He said, running his hand across the skin. His action causing your breath to hitch as if it was your own skin he was touching.

This is just how the tale goes. A man, a selfish one would steal the skin of a selkie in order to have her betrothed to her. To bear his children.

But this wasn't a selfish man in front of you.

He was kind. He was anything but selfish.

But still, he is a man.

"Do you happen to know what this is?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side. You look at him as you try to think the right thing to say.

Soon an idea pops in your head.

As if a light bulb had been turned on.

"Well..." You place your hand on his.

"Does it matter? If it was left there then it was probably unimportant... so why don't you focus on me instead?" You spoke. Your fingers drawing cirlces on the back of his hand.

"Oh... uhm..." He clears his throat, seeming to get flustered from your touch.

"Yes... you always seem to have a thing for me. I'd like to hear your perspective on that" You leaned in, using your other hand to support the weight of your head. He blushes as he chuckles softly to himself.

"Ah... was I too obvious? I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable"

"Uncomfortable? Oh you haven't done that. Now tell me your story hm?" You said which made him look at you with a shy smile, at the same time your hand was slowly inching closer to your seal skin as subtly as you could to try to take it back.

"Since you asked... I guess it was your grace that I was attracted to. You must get this from a lot of guys but you are undeniably beautiful. We may not talk all the time but I always find myself enjoying all of our little conversations" He said. You nod, acting as though you were giving him your 100% attention but your mind was set on one goal. To get your skin back.

"You have a certain charm to you. I uh... I actually find it one of the reasons I enjoy all of my time with you. Seems like you never fail to make me laugh"

Almost... almost... just a bit...

Your fingers were inches apart from the edge of the skin for you to just pull it back but suddenly Raiden grabbed you by your other hand which made your body jerk slightly. At first you were afraid he had caught you in your act and has grown suspicious but the heart eyes he was giving you was telling another story.

"I hope it's not too much that I ask for more of those moments. More of us talking. More of your constant jokes... I'm guessing what I'm saying is that I'm in love with you" His words leaving your lips parted in shock.

This wasn't what you had expected to happen.

"I'm in love with everything about you... and I understand if you find me silly to develop these feelings even from the lack of understanding we have of each other... but I'm willing to change that. I'd love to learn more about you, what you like, what you enjoy doing—"

"Ho-Hold on..." You said, your hand abandoning the grip on the seal skin so that you could place your palms on his chest.

"I'm still processing this..."

"Of course, take your time" His concern growing when he sees the visible confusion on your expression. Did you not feel the same?

Was he a fool for confessing so soon?

"I uh... ah... I don't know to explain this" You said and he seemed utterly lost in the situation.

"What are you referring to?"

"Raiden... forgive me but I didn't mean to come off as though I was trying to flirt... I was simply trying to distract you in order to get this back" You said, nodding at the seal skin placed on the table.

"This?" He gently holds it up.

"Is it something of yours?" He wonders, still struggling to paint the picture of what's happening.

"If I told you, would you promise not to tell a soul?" You asked and he nods almost immediately.

"You will not hear a word from me about your secret" He reassured. You reconsider, thinking of the possible consequences before finally choosing to open your mouth to speak.

"Do you know what's a selkie?"

"A what?"

"A selkie. They are a creature, a myth, cursed with the body of a seal. But every once a year, they are able to transform back into their human form... if they wished to return to the sea, they would need to put on what's called a seal skin, its so that they could turn back into their cursed form" You explained as best as you could.

Judging from how his brows raised out of shock, you weren't sure if he would still keep his promise of not telling your secret.

"Is... are you..." He was stumbling over his words. Though you nodded as you knew exactly what he was trying to ask.

"Then this must be yours. I apologise, I must have caused you to worry" He kindly returned your seal skin back to you which you accepted with a relieved smile.

"It's alright... I'm just glad nothing escalated from there" You said.

But something did escalated from there.

He just confessed to you!!

How could you have forgotten?

From your dry throat, you couldn't help but take a long sip of your water. It wasn't just you who felt awkward. You could sense it from Raiden as well just from notising how his eyes were shifting around the garden. He doesn't know what to say. He's probably afraid that he just ruined this friendship between you two.

"About what I said—" "What you said just now—" The two of you spoke at the same time and it made the situation worse.

Man you're both are hopeless.

"Um... sorry, what is it that you wanted to say?" He asks after the moment of silence. You smiled slightly at him for his kind gesture.

"What you said... about how you wanted to know me more... that you've fallen in love for me..." You said, trying to repeat the few words you remembered being uttered out of his mouth. Somehow you saying it made him feel embarrassed but he tried his hardest to hide that.

"Are you sure that's what you want? I'm a wild catch" You grinned. Even though you were testing him, he didn't seem fazed by it, it was as though he was up for the challenge.

"I understand what I want. I also understand that to have your love was never easy. If it were, my opportunity would have been missed" He then leaned his body closer to yours. For the first time you felt intimidated by his confidence.

"Just give me a chance... I promise it'll be worth your every second" He said. From the way he was looking at you, how could you say no?

"... you have my attention" Your response making him smiling joyfully. This moment marking a start to something pleasant between you both...

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

Oh my! A Kataang shipper (I’m assuming based on the few posts of yours I’ve read) who doesn’t hate on Zuko or Zuko/Katara to raise up their own ship!? Not possible! Seriously though, I’m very glad to find your blog, it’s a very refreshing change of pace. People can ship what they want to but some in this fandom (most, and it’s very concerning) love to go feral for their own ships and destroy anyone who doesn’t agree. And why does most of that have to involve crapping on the twelve-year-old pacifist who survived a genocide!?

I never really watched ATLA much when I was younger but I’m watching it properly from start to finish now and I’m trying to enjoy it, but I keep finding horrendous takes on tumblr that bring me down. I finished the Southern Raiders episode earlier and wanted to come talk about it with fellow fans here, but I think I’ll just stick to enjoying the show by myself because the way so many people are using this episode to prove how bad Aang is makes me uncomfortable. Everyone using TSR to boost Zuko and Katara are missing the point. This isn’t a Zuko and Katara episode, this episode is a Katara episode. Aang isn’t the villain here getting in the way of what’s right. He was raised by monks.

The best way I can think to illustrate this point is (and please bear with me because I’m not sure I’m going to articulate this right) someone afraid of snow. Imagine your whole life you’ve been raised to avoid snow. There’s nothing wrong with snow by itself, but you’re repeatedly told to avoid it and that it’s bad and harmful so you grow up fearing snow. Now one day one of your closest friends wants to go play in the snow and your first instinct is to firmly warn them away from it because that’s what you’ve been told growing up. They’re really insistent on playing in the snow and you realise you can’t stop them and it’s not really your place to so you just try to advise them against anything too crazy. As if that wasn’t bad enough, one of your other friends is actively encouraging playing in the snow and mocking you for your fear of it. That’s how I see the Katara-Zuko-Aang interactions of this episode. Aang is the person raised to fear snow (in this case, violence and killing), Katara is the one who wants to play in the snow (in this case, getting justice for her mother) and Zuko is encouraging it. When Aang confronts her, he’s not upset at what she’s doing, he’s upset because she was going to steal Appa from him and not tell anyone where she was going, which I think is pretty fair given that they’ve already lost Appa once and Aang wasn’t there to stop it.

Sorry, I didn’t mean for this to get so long or out-of-hand. I just got excited to talk to someone with common sense in this fandom and started rambling!

hello friend!! im honored you find my blog to be an island of tranquility amidst the turbulent ocean of the atla fandom 💛

i completely understand your desire to restrict your enjoyment of atla to yourself and your close circle, as there are indeed far too many people on tumblr who take "fandom" to the farthest extremes of harassment and abuse, issues the atla fandom are (unfortunately) particularly rife with. so many anti-aang people love to be loud, proud, and violent about their lack of media literacy... 💀

im also glad you enjoy my posts about tsr!! i fully agree, tsr is a katara episode, and to in any way decenter her perspectives and experiences is to fundamentally misunderstand the ep. (people who interpret tsr as a ship episode, or worse, as an episode in which aang is a villain, are either willingly ignorant or have been deeply failed by the educational system. critical thinking is a tool!! we must exercise it to keep it sharp!!)

i also think your analogy of snow is apt to describe the triangulation of tsr! i might revise it slightly to suggest that aang is not necessarily "afraid" of snow (violence/murder) but more so that he has been raised to be wary of the detrimental consequences that violence, and especially murder, can have on both those who impart and those who witness this bloodshed. i fully agree, tho, that aang is by no means upset at katara for wanting to pursue her vengeance -- he's simply reminding her that she has a choice (after all, allowing her to take appa on this journey represents the ultimate trust aang has in katara's decisions, whether she chose violence or no, bc you're so right that aang is sending appa off with her not so long after appa's devastating disappearance!! that's how much he faith he has in katara to make the decision that is right for her!!)

no need to apologize for rambling in my inbox 💛 tsr is one of my favorite eps in the series, i love getting to talk about it!

[lifeofamarauder]

Dark Prince 2

Mattheo Riddle x Odette 

Part 2 <3 (it gets more spicy as we go but you first need to SUFFER)

Word count- 1,487 words

Note- I wrote this not from Y/n perspective but let me know if you want me to post that version as well if you prefer it! I tried not to use too many descriptors for Odette, other than her house and family names.

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I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the windows next to me. I looked out and saw it was starting to get dark. The library was nearly empty of students, save for a few stragglers and the book I'd started was splayed out in front of me.

To my surprise, on its left stood a hot chocolate. I couldn't help but wonder if That Boy had brought it to me. I decide this is impossible and figure it could always have been one of the castles many house elves. I'd formed a bit of a bond with them when I joined a Gryffindor my year and a few others to protest for their rights, so it's not unlikely for them to have brought it. It certainly feels more likely that they would have brought it rather than the ever mysterious Mattheo whom I’d just met.

I picked up my books and the hot chocolate and started sipping on it as I walked past the many shelves, planning to sneak down to the kitchens and grab some food to bring upstairs so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I was so focused on not spilling the rich chocolate on my books that I almost didn't notice the Slytherin girl coming straight towards me with a sickly sweet smile.

"Hi! Im Astoria. You're Odette, right? Ravenclaw?"

I looked down at my obviously blue robes and back up to her.

"Yes...?"

"Right. Pleasure." She held out her hand and her face gave me the impression it was anything but a pleasure for her to be talking to me.

"I heard about your meeting with Mattheo today, I thought it was really nice what he did for you, seeing as it was your birthday and your only plan was to read in the library.” Astoria was looking me up and down by this point, utterly unimpressed. “Alone.”

Again, her facial expressions directly juxtaposed what she was saying, but I was too curious if this meant Mattheo really did bring me the hot chocolate so I took the bait willingly.

"Sorry, what exactly did he do for me?"

"The spot, silly. It clearly meant a lot to you seeing as you were looking like you were about to cry.." She chuckled then, the first actual smile that came to her face. "I just wanted to come wish you a Happy Birthday as well after hearing about everything. It was so sweet of him."

Astoria was nodding so fervently at that last line that I felt myself nodding along.

"I mean he's so... charitable. Yeah, that's one of the things I love most about him." At this she began glaring down at me all pretend niceties gone by this point.

Ah... understood. I began feeling slightly embarrassed by my earlier feelings around him as she was making it clear that he was her boyfriend. Yikes.

"Yeah, ok, I get it. Thanks. If you’ll excuse me,” I nudged past her and went to the Great Hall. So far my whole having-this-day-all-to-myself thing was ruined anyways so I might as well ensure I have a fulfilling dinner.

I head to the Ravenclaw table and find a seat across from Luna, reading her Dads magazine, the Quibbler.

After calling her name a few times, Luna finally looks up, looking utterly perplexed at her friends sudden appearance.

"Geez Luna, you look like you've seen the Bloody Baron. Its only me!" She smiled at me then, a huge bright smile that reached her whole face.

"Odette! Happy birthday!! I wasn't expecting to be able to see you until tomorrow. I have something for you!" She said airily.

Luna pulls out a large glass ball with a gold band around it from her pocket. "It's a Remembral, if you ever forget something, it'll glow red!" She exclaimed while reaching across the large table to hug me. Though it wasn’t the most comfortable hug, the sentiment was so nice I ignored it and laughed, thanking her. I sit back down and just as I'm reaching for some of the feast, I look up feeling someone's eyes on me.

Right behind Luna, I find a broody Mattheo. Under the candle-light I swear his eyes sparkle.

I notice he's surrounded by some of my absolute least favorite Slytherins. While they look like they're are trying to all carry on conversations with him, he hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

I point to the hot chocolate with a questioning look on my face and he smiles, looking back down at his food. I match his grin until Astoria sits directly down next to him and whispers something in his ear. He looks at her and I force myself to look away, reminding myself he’s taken and I have absolutely no interest in him whatsoever.

I finish my meal rather quickly and Luna prattles on about the different articles from this week. I’m thankful as my mind is filled with thoughts of what Astoria could’ve been whispering in Mattheo’s ear.

I work hard not to look at them through the whole meal, even if I do have the sensation that he keeps staring at me.

As I'm about to get up, I am stopped by a shoulder gently forcing me back down to the bench.

"Odette! Happy Birthday special girl."

My brother has a knack for talking exactly like our Great Aunt Amelia on occasion. I notice at his appearance, Luna quietly excuses herself to her dorm.

"Thanks, Silas."

He smiles his million watt smile and pulls a small box wrapped with a giant blue bow out of his pocket.

"This is from me and Mum. She picked it out but I wrapped it. It’s going to dazzle you.

I gingerly take the box from him and begin opening it already dreading whatever my Mums cooked up for this years gift.

I open the box and am in fact quite dazzled. Inside, a large gaudy blue stone sits surrounded by a thick silver chain and diamonds all around the border. It looks entirely too expensive and it’s something I would never pick out myself. Silas motions for me to bend down as he places it around my neck. I find myself leaning forward from its weight. I feign a smile and look up at my brother, thinking what to say to please him.

"Thank you so much! This will be perfect at our Christmas party this year." I gingerly hug him, this one still somehow much less comfortable than the one Luna gave me over the table.

"Oh, boy. You haven't talked to Mom yet have you? She told me she would mention it to you.. Well no stress. Mum planned a trip with some of the Ministry members over Christmas for me to mingle and set up a job for when I graduate this year. You said Luna stayed back last year for Christmas and we thought maybe you could join her and have Christmas at the castle. Honestly you would hate talking with all of those Ministry folk anyways so this felt like the perfect idea for all of us." He said this while nodding at me and smiling his all too diplomatic smile.

This is just like him to somehow try to spin something he and Mum want to do, pretending it’s for my benefit. In this case, I could disagree about how awful that Holiday sounds but forgetting to even tell me until my birthday? I feel a sudden sickness wash over me, overwhelming my senses. I need to get out of here right now.

"Right. Yes, that's no problem. Thank you for the necklace again." I grab my things and rush out of the dining hall not sparing a glance over my shoulder until I'm out of eyesight.

As I turn the corner, I stop and cover my face, trying to take deep breaths. I have never felt so discarded and overlooked and on my birthday of all days. And all I could say was thank you?? I can’t tell if I am more mad them for their disregard of my feelings, or at myself for not being able to say what I really feel.

"Nice necklace, Princess."

I spin around finding Mattheo leaning against the wall behind me.

"It's very...." he looks at it debating his word choice. "Loud." He decides.

"I didn’t pick, my brother just gave it to me." I say, monotone. “I don’t really even like it,” I feel compelled to say so he doesn’t think that this is me.

"Why are you wearing it if you dont like it?"

I hesitate looking up towards the ceiling, then, "You know, I ask myself questions like that all the time."

I slump against the wall and feel him slide up next to me.

"So do I."

I look at him then and we lock eyes once more.

"Odette." He says, his voice slightly hoarse and I swear he looks down at my lips then.

My breath catches at my name and I feel myself instinctively leaning towards him but pull back when I hear laughing down the hall. I remember myself, and more importantly, I remember his girlfriend. I push off the wall and he looks up at me dazed.

"I don't think Astoria would feel very good about how you keep getting so close to me."

His face turns to one of thoughtfulness as I back away still unable to shift gazes away from him.

"I suppose she wouldn't."

That does it. I look away then and thank him for checking on me over my shoulder, dismissing all thoughts from my head over what could've just happened.

I hear him say something under his breath and I turn around, but he's gone. My pocket feels heavier so I dig inside it finding a very delicate gold chain with blue and green stones dotting it. It's stunning, and utterly inappropriate for someone with a girlfriend to give me. But it's perfect, somehow exactly what I would have picked out for myself.

So, I decide my days been so shit and maybe just maybe I want to convince myself it's okay because it's so pretty and so me. I settle with telling myself I will forever avoid him from here on out, but still keep the necklace. I pocket the chain and head upstairs.

I sit in bed playing with the delicate gems in one hand as I pet Jinx with the other and I can't help my mind from wandering back to that confusing boy and his deadly eyes.